[Verse 1]
He built the shelves himself before he bought the books,
Measured twice, adjusted once, then triple-checked the hooks,
A mind that runs on blueprints when the rest of the world sleeps,
The kind of man who edits every promise that he keeps,
He carries what he's owed the world like items on a list,
But the ledger never shows the things he quietly missed

[PreChorus]
He gave the best of what he had to anyone who'd ask,
And wore his competence so long it almost felt like a mask

[Chorus]
Glen, the sky was watching when you drew your first breath,
Every careful calculation, every midnight second-guess,
The way you hold the blueprint up and check it against the frame—
Glen, the stars have always known your name

[Verse 2]
He hungers for the distant road, the doctrine not yet taught,
The meaning hiding past the map of everything he's bought,
He'll rearrange the furniture to feel a new direction,
Then catalogue the reasons for his every imperfection,
But when he loves, he memorizes what the silence needs,
He tends the unspoken like a gardener tends to seeds

[PreChorus]
The tension in his chest between the detail and the dream,
Is not a flaw to fix — it's how he keeps the engine clean

[Chorus]
Glen, you're sharp enough to see through any fog,
Every bolt you tightened, every truth you had to log,
The way you make a home of any table, any door—
Glen, the stars have written you for more

[Verse 3]
There was a boy who wondered if his hands could prove his worth,
Who counted every output just to justify his berth,
Who held devotion like a tool he wasn't sure he'd earned,
And loved with careful blueprints that he hoped someone discerned,
He gave his loyalty in full before the ink was dry,
A steady keel beneath the ones who barely watched the sky

[PreChorus]
The doubt that he was built too plain to ever catch the light
Was the one design that never read the blueprint right

[Chorus]
Glen, the whole crowd in the room can feel you when you speak,
The organized conviction and the grace inside the technique,
Every vision that you drafted in the dark hours on your own—
Glen, you've never been a man to go unknown

[Verse 4]
Now a full moon lifts and floods the places held in black,
It finds the finished rooms he built and every door left cracked,
It reads the handwriting of someone who refused to quit,
Who took the scattered pieces and made something worthy fit,
Who learned at last that being here is labor good enough,
That the man behind the systems is the rarest kind of stuff

[PreChorus]
The sky tonight reveals what it has always held as true,
There is no finer architecture than the one that's made of you

[Chorus]
Glen, a full moon rises over everything you've done,
Every careful act of service underneath the early sun,
The way you love without conditions, steady as a beam—
Glen, the stars have always seen you gleam

[Bridge]
When the inner critic tallies every inch and every seam,
When the high ideal collides with what the daylight hours mean,
Look at what you've built with both the detail and the fire,
The man who holds the measure is the one they all admire

[Outro]
Glen, the sky has spoken through a thousand quiet nights,
Put the ledger down and let them see you in the light