[Verse 1]
He learned to read a room before he learned to read a book,
Carrying other people's weather in a single look,
Five bodies crowded in the house of one-on-one,
Every mirror showing someone else before it showed the son,
He built his sense of self through every hand he'd shake,
But the self that's always given has a limit it can take,

[PreChorus]
Alan, there's a reckoning that's quieter than a storm,
A deep-down knowing pressing up against the norm,

[Chorus]
Alan, you were forged in something fiercer than a creed,
Every conversation planted something like a seed,
You are the one who sees what others cannot name,
Alan, and the depth of what you carry is your flame,

[Verse 2]
He made his plans with precision, every detail done by hand,
Thirty revisions of a project no one else could understand,
The kind of care that shows up early, checks the work twice through,
Who rearranges all the furniture so others feel brand new,
But passion that gets channeled into only what they lack
Is a current running forward with no current running back,

[PreChorus]
There's an honest road that widens when you walk it for yourself,
Not just the blueprint on a shelf,

[Chorus]
Alan, you've been building on a cornerstone of truth,
Every question asked in courage reaching back to early youth,
There is a searcher in you burning past what answers claim,
Alan, and the hunger for what's real is not a shame,

[Verse 3]
He follows love across the distance like a doctrine he has penned,
Seeks the one who'll meet his laughter and the truths he can't pretend,
Doesn't give a half-commitment, won't accept a hollow vow,
Needs the freedom of the long road and the safety of the now,
So he stood there at the crossing where the compass needle spun,
Learning that a love worth staying for must let him still run,

[PreChorus]
And somewhere in that tension is the truest thing he's known,
That home is not a house, it's what you're shown,

[Chorus]
Alan, there are people who have felt what you pour out,
The kind of loyal that stays steady through the drought,
You are the depth charge and the Gospel and the hymn,
Alan, and the grace you give to others starts within,

[Verse 4]
Now the ledger of his worth has been kept by someone else's pen,
Added up and then subtracted and then started up again,
He stood in rooms that measured boldness like a price to pay,
Feeling older than the moment and a stranger to the day,
But the one who's known what scarcity feels like in the bone
Knows exactly what the table means the first time he sets it for his own,

[PreChorus]
This is the season when the reckoning comes bearing his name,
And nothing buried stays the same,

[Chorus]
Alan, every scar has made you sharper, not more scarred,
There's a gospel written in you and it hasn't been barred,
You are the proof that going deep is not the same as going dim,
Alan, the stars that no one sees burn the most glorious hymn,

[Bridge]
Let the third draft be the one that finally stands,
Let the table that you've built be held in your own hands,
The home you've been traveling toward is not so far away,
You were always worth the arriving, Alan, even today,

[Outro]
Alan, let your stars speak now, they've been waiting long enough,
The depth that made you tender also made you tough,
Every truth you've chased across the open road you've known,
Has always been a road that leads you home,