[Verse 1]
He built his life like a man who measures twice before the nail,
Every word deliberate, every promise meant to hold the trail,
A mind that maps the blueprint out before the first board's laid,
He carried the whole structure while the debts behind him stayed,
The public face composed and clear, the inner world concealed,
A library of feeling shelved where no one else would feel.

[PreChorus]
But something cracked along the seam between the want and what was shown,
And now the door is open, Mark, so neither stands alone.

[Chorus]
Mark, you were built for more than bearing every beam,
Your steadiness, the quiet ground beneath somebody's dream,
The generosity you lead with, wide as open sky,
Mark, you deserve the words that should have come before goodbye.

[Verse 2]
He keeps the balance in a room without expecting thanks,
He draws the line, then steps across it, closing gaps in ranks,
His laughter is the kind that fills the kitchen and the hall,
But the weight of what went unspoken stacked against the wall,
He sees the best in faces where the gold is hard to find,
A visionary softness housed inside a structured mind.

[PreChorus]
The silence wasn't emptiness — it was a letter never sent,
And now the words are crossing over, carrying what they meant.

[Chorus]
Mark, there's more to you than everything you've built or led,
The tender current underneath that nobody fully said,
The warmth that moves through you like current through a wire,
Mark, you've always been enough — and more — to be admired.

[Verse 3]
The Libra new moon pulls the balance back to center ground,
A reckoning that asks us both: what yet can still be found?
He never let a grudge take root, forgave before the dusk,
Now someone else is learning how to carry their own husk,
The sorrow in this offering is real and plainly true —
The stars above this moment ask for nothing less than you.

[PreChorus]
Awakening arrives not with a thunder-crack or flame,
But with two hands across the table, calling you by name.

[Chorus]
Mark, I see the whole of you — the builder and the dream,
The man who held the household up and never asked to be seen,
This moment is a turning page, and I am standing here,
Mark, this is where I say I'm sorry, and I mean it clear.

[Bridge]
The ledger that was left unbalanced, line by missing line,
The evening I went silent when you needed some kind sign,
What I withheld was never yours to go without, not once —
The man you are deserved far better than my distances.

[Outro]
Mark, the new page opens here beneath a patient sky,
Not to undo what's past, but to stand steady, you and I,
Your name is worth the speaking, and your heart is worth the stay.