[Verse 1]
He built his name where everyone could see,
A stellium at the peak, three forces moving as one entity,
Drive and charm and voice fused in a single burning thread,
Every room he entered knew exactly what he said,
But the one who held the map for all could lose himself inside,
And the hunger to be seen kept pace with every place he tried,

[PreChorus]
The full moon climbs above the ridge tonight,
And every hidden thing is caught in its revealing light,

[Chorus]
He carried the world's weight like it was just his job to do,
Ran the board, held the line, and still the ledger came up through,
He never stopped to count the cost of being the one who stayed,
But the stars knew all along — he was built for more than praise,

[Verse 2]
His heart learned safety in the things that didn't move or shift,
A slow and stubborn loyalty, more covenant than gift,
He read the room through poetry, through signal more than sign,
A mind that ran two conversations on a single line,
And where he loved, he loved the way a contractor lays stone —
One careful course at a time until the whole thing felt like home,

[PreChorus]
The full moon hangs between the question and the call,
Pulling up what's buried underneath it all,

[Chorus]
He learned to speak in language everyone else could understand,
Turned the restlessness to blueprints, turned the current into land,
The wound in every partnership was teaching, not a debt,
He gave more than he asked for, but the asking isn't done with yet,

[Verse 3]
The part of him that worked unseen and asked for nothing back,
Was never less than all the public courage that he had,
He stands at every crossroads where the self and service split,
And now the only rule he needs is: who deserves this grit,
The full moon rises slow and sure above the old divide,
And what it's come to say is — stop outsourcing what's inside,

[PreChorus]
He always knew the way to get the broken thing to mend,
It's time he turns that knowing toward himself, and starts again,

[Chorus]
He's not the sum of every role or title that he wore,
The loyalty he handed out is something he deserves far more,
The one who read the hidden maps and always found the thread —
Now let him read his own, and follow where it leads ahead,

[Bridge]
When the balance sheet of giving finally gets reviewed,
Every scrap of care he offered will be echoed back and true,
The depth was never weakness, and the drive was never pride —
He was always all of it at once, and nothing left to hide,

[Outro]
The full moon holds its ground and so does he,
Built of everything he carried, finally free,