[Verse 1]
He came in swinging, never waited for permission to lead,
A mind that runs like fire through a field of dried reed,
But underneath that forward charge, a dreamer thinks in song,
Words arriving sideways, felt before they're formed in the tongue,
He carried grown-man weight before his face lost its youth,
A seriousness around the shoulders, quiet, dense as truth,

[PreChorus]
He's both the hammer and the hand that smooths the grain,
The one who reads the blueprints while he stands out in the rain,

[Chorus]
Matthew, you were built from contrasts, day and night in one chest,
A full moon pulling at the self you guard beneath your crest,
Matthew, the bold and the tender were never meant to fight,
Every contradiction in you is exactly right,

[Verse 2]
He loves first and loves loudly, no apology on the shelf,
Then turns and sees the other's face before he sees himself,
The mirror in a partner's eyes has cost him more than once,
He chased a perfect version of connection — walked through the stunts,
But every door that didn't hold was teaching him the hinge,
He learned which love is armor and which love makes you cringe,

[PreChorus]
The deep won't let him float on pleasantries and surface air,
He'd rather burn the small talk than pretend the depths aren't there,

[Chorus]
Matthew, the one who dove through shadow just to find the real,
Who traded comfortable numbness for the right to actually feel,
Matthew, the stories underneath your story still have room,
Every loss that cracked you open let in something that won't consume,

[Verse 3]
He dreams in images, not arguments, not ledgers, not lines,
His hands know how to build a thing and his soul knows the signs,
The path that called him forward pointed somewhere without a map,
A philosophy he'd have to live before it'd fully unwrap,
A generation born to dismantle what the old world sold,
And rebuild it closer to the truth, more honest and more bold,

[PreChorus]
The healing coming doesn't knock the way the old hurt did,
It opens like a window in a room he thought was rid,

[Chorus]
Matthew, the one who crossed the threshold and came back changed and clear,
Who found that what was buried deep was never something to fear,
Matthew, your wholeness isn't somewhere you still have to go,
It was written in the hour you arrived — you already know,

[Bridge]
The day a deeper current starts to move through what he owns,
He'll recognize the richness isn't measured in the stones,
The ancient quiet in him and the blazing in his chest,
Will finally speak the same tongue — that is where he rests,

[Outro]
Matthew, this is your anthem, sung from every honest seam,
The fire and the fathomless, the life inside the dream,