[Verse 1]
He came into himself through the people at his side,
Every mirror in a friendship showed him something he'd denied,
Kept a ledger in his head where every detail had its place,
But the column marked "enough for me" was always left in space,
He matured before his time, wore seriousness like a coat,
Learned to carry others' freight before he'd built his boat,

[PreChorus]
But the fullness that he's building isn't borrowed, isn't thin,
The Aries full moon rises now and calls what's his back in,

[Chorus]
Every system that he sorted, every draft he wrote and crossed,
Every night he gave to someone else and counted up his cost,
All of it was forging something patient, true, and rare,
The full moon isn't asking him to shrink — it's asking him to dare,

[Verse 2]
He doesn't love in gestures that can float away and fade,
He loves the way a contract holds — in promises he's made,
Protective of the people in his circle, fierce and still,
Fighting for the ones he trusts before he fights for his own will,
But the intensity he carries to the depths of every bond,
Has been asking him to trust that what he gives can correspond,

[PreChorus]
The ones worth keeping meet him in the dark without a map,
The full moon's light is filling in the places that still gap,

[Chorus]
He never needed rescue from the complicated deep,
He needed someone sturdy enough to match him in the leap,
The shared ground and the reckoning, the all-or-nothing vow,
The full moon finds him ready for the covenant of now,

[Verse 3]
The questions that he carries have no comfortable floor,
He tears through handed-down beliefs to find what's at the core,
His mind moves past the surface of the thing that's being said,
Reading what is living in the silence underneath instead,
He held the tension between the visionary and the made,
Between the blueprint and the building, unafraid,

[PreChorus]
The full moon rising shows him what the long work was about,
Not the proof he had to offer — what he'd stand behind without,

[Chorus]
Every boundary he tested and every thread he pulled apart,
Every question that cost something was the compass of his heart,
The depth he dove to wasn't doubt, it was the surveyor's plumb,
The full moon marks the point from which his truest work has come,

[Bridge]
Let the ledger close on what he owed before he knew his worth,
Let the tightly catalogued apologies disperse,
The integrity that others couldn't catalogue or name,
Has always been the through-line, not the thing he had to claim,

[Outro]
The full moon doesn't give him what he lacks — it shows what's there,
A builder of what's real, precise, and rare,
The rising light confirms what he already knows by now,
He was always equal to the depth he chose to vow,