[Verse 1]
He was born with a blueprint no one else could read,
A visionary's mind planted like a live wire seed,
His words hit the room before he crossed the door,
The kind of man who spots the current under the floor,
He carries the weight of futures not yet built,
A quiet forge inside him — no apology, no guilt,

[PreChorus]
The fire in his marrow won't be reasoned with or tamed,
He charges at the challenge before the thing is named,

[Chorus]
He was forged in the gap between the thunder and the call,
Built for open country, built to scale the wall,
Every road he blazed when no one led the way,
Was the compass he was always going to need today,

[Verse 2]
He reads between the lines of what the world won't say,
A mind like copper wire crackling night and day,
He pulled his security from the sweat of his own hand,
Traded borrowed comfort for a harder, truer land,
His vision crossed the borders where the doctrine starts to thin,
He burned his old maps down and drew the world from within,

[PreChorus]
He never loved in half-measures or at some safe, cautious pace,
He handed strangers lanterns and illumined every face,

[Chorus]
He was built for the horizon, not for standing still,
Every scar a set of blueprints, every loss a skill,
The intensity that shook him when the partnerships ran deep,
Was the same relentless current that he finally learned to keep,

[Verse 3]
Now the darkest hours sharpen into something he can hold,
The season's turning harder and it's calling him more bold,
The discipline he hammered through a thousand iron nights,
Has welded into vision — there's no dimming these lights,
The future's asking for the man he's spent a lifetime earning,
And the forge inside is burning, burning, burning,

[PreChorus]
He steps into the open with his full voltage on display,
No border worth respecting that would keep this man at bay,

[Chorus]
He was never built for small rooms or for keeping his voice low,
He's the current in the wire with nowhere left to go but forward,
Every mind he sparked to life with one electric word,
Is the proof that what he carried was the song the world deserved,

[Bridge]
The hidden work, the unseen hours, the draft nobody saw,
The way he held the hammer when the structure had a flaw,
He didn't wait for daylight or for someone else to lead,
He is every answer rising from the questions that he freed,

[Outro]
The voltage never fades — it only finds new ground,
He is the open frequency, and this is how he sounds,
The sky is shifting season, and he meets it, eyes ahead,
He was always this alive — he never once was dead,