[Verse 1]
He came into this world with a full moon pulling hard,
A mind built like a courthouse and a heart like a junkyard star,
Two scales in his chest, one tilted toward the truth,
The other toward the story that he'd carry since his youth,
He weighs every word before he lets it leave his tongue,
A man who reads the room like a song that's never sung,

[PreChorus]
But the melody inside him never needed one more test,
Every careful word he chose was already his best,

[Chorus]
Don, you've been the voice that held the hard things into form,
The man who built the shelter long before he felt the storm,
You walked the tightrope straight when both sides pulled you wide,
Don, every word you chose was proof of something still alive,

[Verse 2]
He carries home the way a craftsman carries his design,
Something deep and unannounced, a hand-built border line,
He loves from the foundation, from the locked room down below,
Where the roots hold what the branches never get to show,
He's not the one who shouts his devotion from the hill,
He rearranges the furniture at midnight, quiet, still,

[PreChorus]
And the ones who've known his loyalty know what he won't say,
That his love is in the threshold he refinishes each day,

[Chorus]
Don, you've been the kind of faithful that most people never see,
The man who swept the porch again and called that family,
You loved with the whole basement, not the welcome-facing door,
Don, the ones who got the deep of you got something worth far more,

[Verse 3]
He aimed his boldest arrows at the wide and distant sky,
Chased the edge of every question, had to know the reason why,
He's restless in the marrow when the days get thin and small,
He was built to cross the next ridge, not to stare down from the hall,
But working tirelessly for a recognition slow to come,
He kept on signing his name to work after the crowd went numb,

[PreChorus]
He didn't need the trophy set in someone else's case,
The legacy was always in the doing, not the praise,

[Chorus]
Don, the road you blazed was yours before the map was ever drawn,
The boldest kind of courage is the kind that keeps its word at dawn,
You didn't need an audience to know your work was true,
Don, every mile you pushed through open country carried you,

[Verse 4]
Now something's shifting in the ground beneath the life he's made,
A reckoning that's gentle, like a debt that's finally paid,
The healer and the wounded are the same set of hands,
He knows the ache of labor that the ledger understands,
What he offers out of silence, what he opens, what he tends,
Is the truest kind of power — it's the wound that finally mends,

[PreChorus]
And the stars that held his story didn't write it just to watch,
They were waiting on the man to pour from his own unlocked,

[Bridge]
He stood between his calling and the proof it might not come,
He kept the conversation going even when it went numb,
The healing that he carries now is his to pass along,
The deepest wells he dug in drought are where he finds his song,

[Outro]
Don, the scales have finally settled into something true,
The anthem that the stars arranged was always meant for you,