[Verse 1]
You came in running, arrows aimed at open sky,
A restless fire that never stopped to wonder why,
Your voice already certain before the crowd could speak,
You built your courage loudest in the weeks that felt most bleak,
The archer draws the bowstring back before the arrow flies,
Every scar you've carried is the distance that you've crossed inside,

[PreChorus]
You've held the map and the match in the same hand,
More horizon than most will ever understand,

[Chorus]
You were forged in the forward, never made for standing still,
Every road you ran toward was another peak to scale, another hill,
The truth you spoke too loudly was the only truth worth giving,
You were built to blaze, not shrink — this is you, alive and living,

[Verse 2]
Down beneath the boldness lives a library of feeling,
Loves kept in locked drawers, slow-burning and unyielding,
When you give your word you give it down to marrow and to bone,
You've mapped a stranger's sorrow like a country of your own,
The mind that reads between the lines before the ink is dry,
Sees the thing behind the thing and never stops to ask you why,

[PreChorus]
You've translated silence into something that could heal,
Turned the underground river into something people feel,

[Chorus]
Every vow you kept in private holds more weight than gold could prove,
The devotion that you guarded was the deepest thing you'd choose,
You've handed people lanterns while you navigated dark,
That's the rarest kind of generous — the giving from your spark,

[Verse 3]
The equinox is balancing the earned against the new,
What you planted in your harder years is finally coming through,
The philosopher and the fighter sitting shoulder-close within,
Every question that you wrestled is the harvest coming in,
You've crossed more invisible borders than a person ought to bear,
And arrived each time still standing, still insisting on being there,

[PreChorus]
The days are even now, the long account is clearing,
What you built by staying honest is exactly worth the keeping,

[Chorus]
You've never been too much — you've been precisely what was needed,
Every mile you ran on nothing proved the finish wasn't defeated,
The arrow finds its purpose at the moment that it flies,
You are the seeker and the answer underneath your own wide skies,

[Bridge]
The inner critic tallied every draft you threw away,
But the ones who've felt your presence know you showed up anyway,
A voice that goes unheard too long still carries its own frequency,
Speak the thing you know is true — the world expands to let it be,

[Outro]
The equinox tips even, and the harvest waits for you,
Take the fullness of this season — every bit of it is due,