[Verse 1]
He came into this world with a scale in his hands,
Weighing every word before he takes a stand,
Six planets stacked where the daily work gets done,
He pours himself into every soul he serves under the sun,
A man who fixes what is broken, one careful seam,
Building something real between the daily and the dream,

[PreChorus]
But the fire underneath runs deeper than they know,
There's a lion in the fifth where his truest feelings glow,

[Chorus]
Clint, the sky wrote you down in ink that don't erase,
Every quiet act of service has its own kind of grace,
You weren't made to stay invisible in what you do,
Clint, the whole wide sky was counting on someone just like you,

[Verse 2]
He holds the house together like a cornerstone set deep,
His drive to guard the people that he loves won't let him sleep,
He doesn't raise his fists, he raises rooftops, raises walls,
He's the one who's already there before the other one falls,
That current running underneath is fierce and wide,
Protecting everything he loves from somewhere deep inside,

[PreChorus]
And the words he picks are careful, measured, laid out true,
His mind digs past the surface 'til it finds what's real in you,

[Chorus]
Clint, you've been the steady hand when everything was crossed,
You rebuilt every table that the years had tossed,
Not everyone who carries weight announces what they've done,
Clint, the ones who see you clearest know you're more than strong,

[Verse 3]
His heart speaks in the breakfast made, the errand run at noon,
In noticing the small things by the light of the afternoon,
He doesn't need a stage to make the people near him feel,
He just shows up with both hands and something warm and real,
That restless spark inside him wants to break a little free,
To be seen the way he sees himself when nobody else can see,

[PreChorus]
He's carried more than credit and he's asked for less than due,
But every door he's opened had his fingerprints all through,

[Chorus]
Clint, your depth runs past the surface of the road you've known,
Every seed you pressed into the ground has always grown,
The way you love is methodical and true and bone-deep sure,
Clint, that kind of love don't need an audience to endure,

[Verse 4]
The stars are shifting forward and the ledger's coming clear,
Every line he's ever written in the margins is still here,
He was never half the measure that his doubting tried to say,
The man who thought he had to prove it every single day,
Has already become the thing he reached for in the dark,
Every scar he carries is a map back to his heart,

[PreChorus]
The sky that held his first breath wrote a name that's built to last,
He's already more than equal to the mountains in his past,

[Chorus]
Clint, the way you came together from the fire and the weight,
Is the story that the people who belong to you call great,
You were written for a purpose that your hands already know,
Clint, every single piece of who you are is worth the show,

[Bridge]
He doesn't need to shout to fill the room he's standing in,
The truest kind of power is the kind that starts within,
What he thought was holding him was shaping him instead,
The man who doubted most was always further on ahead,

[Outro]
Clint, the sky has always known your name,
Every star it placed in you still burns the same,