[Verse 1]
He built his shelter board by board, laid every nail with care,
A fourth house full of ghosts and grace, a wound disguised as prayer,
The mind moves fast, ideas spark before the sentence ends,
But the hands stay slow and sure, constructing what defends,
A stellium in the house of joy — three forces, one bright core,
He makes the thing, performs the thing, then quietly makes more,

[PreChorus]
And the public world can see the work but rarely sees the man,
The harvest always comes to those who tend what no one planned,

[Chorus]
Peter, your sky was never small,
The careful builder standing tall,
You shaped a home from borrowed stone,
Peter, this was always yours to own,

[Verse 2]
He carries love like a folded map to somewhere not quite named,
His devotion slow to open up, his loyalty untamed,
He loves with every measured step, with patience and with time,
He sees the gold in people first and lets the dross go blind,
His partnerships expand him wide, generous, wise, and fair,
He gives the other person room — more room than he would dare,

[PreChorus]
The tension between leaping far and laying solid ground,
Has taught him how to navigate what couldn't be unwound,

[Chorus]
Peter, the ledger's in your hand,
You built your worth on shifting sand and found it still could stand,
Your name is written in the work you've done,
Peter, look — the reckoning has come,

[Verse 3]
The equinox tilts everything, the long days start to fold,
And what he grew through summer heat is ready to be told,
The public record holds his name, the reputation earned
Through unorthodox and restless paths, through everything he burned
And rebuilt from the blueprint up, the dreamer with a plan,
Not ahead of time by accident — ahead because he ran,

[PreChorus]
The harvesting is not an end, it's counting what held true,
And every grain that made it here was carried whole by you,

[Chorus]
Peter, the field has come to term,
What patient hands have dared to learn is more than you confirm,
The quiet power in your steady climb,
Peter, this was always right on time,

[Bridge]
Between the world he shows and what he carries in the deep,
Between the vision and the daily promise he must keep,
He built his inner room of beauty, held the threshold clear,
The ancient soul in him already knew the way from here,

[Outro]
The equinox arrives and counts the cost,
Peter — nothing real was ever lost,