[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way he holds the world at arm's length close,
A quiet kind of gravity, the kind that matters most,
He thinks before he speaks, but when he does, the words hit deep,
A mind like bedrock, patient, wide, and built for what it keeps,
He carries more than anyone around him ever knows,
The ocean underneath the calm, the tide beneath the snow,
They see the steady surface and they think they've read the page,
But there are libraries inside him, locked and lit with quiet rage.

[PreChorus 1]
He moves through what he feels like a current underground,
The kind of strength that doesn't make a sound.

[Chorus 1]
Hunter, you were written in the deep end of the sky,
Born between the thunderstorm and the reason why,
You are rooted like the mountain and restless like the flame,
The world will know exactly what it means to speak your name,
Hunter, every scar you carry is a page of something true,
There is nothing in this universe that's missing inside you.

[Verse 2]
He loves like something ancient, like the first fire ever found,
Headfirst and fully open, chest unguarded, heart unwound,
But when the world gets blurry, when the lines begin to fade,
He wonders if his realness is enough, if he's afraid,
He fights for every person that he loves without a sound,
He'd burn the whole thing down to keep his people on the ground,
And still he asks himself in all the quiet if he's worth
The very thing he gives so freely — God, he is, since birth.

[PreChorus 2]
He doesn't need an audience to know his own fire,
The truth in him was never meant to live in someone else's choir.

[Chorus 2]
Hunter, you were written in the deep end of the sky,
Born between the thunderstorm and the reason why,
You are rooted like the mountain and restless like the flame,
The world will know exactly what it means to speak your name,
Hunter, every scar you carry is a page of something true,
There is nothing in this universe that's missing inside you.

[Verse 3]
There's a hunger in his compass always pointing somewhere new,
A philosophy he's building from the questions he walks through,
He needs a reason larger than the room that he's been given,
Something worth the wandering, a purpose worth the living,
He's learning that the searching is itself the sacred thing,
That every door he's broken through has left him everything,
The depths he's plunged to find himself were never a mistake,
The darkness never swallowed him — it taught him what he'd take.

[PreChorus 3]
He's not behind, he's not too much, he's not too far gone,
He was always meant to carry every light he leaned on.

[Chorus 3]
Hunter, you were written in the deep end of the sky,
Born between the thunderstorm and the reason why,
You are rooted like the mountain and restless like the flame,
The world will know exactly what it means to speak your name,
Hunter, every scar you carry is a page of something true,
There is nothing in this universe that's missing inside you.

[Verse 4]
He's sat alone with burdens that he never put to words,
The kind of weight that doesn't show but cuts him like a third,
He's felt the gap between the face he shows and who he is,
The quiet war of being misread, over and over, his,
But something in his structure, something patient in his bones,
Has always known the difference between lonely and alone,
He's building something lasting, something real beneath the noise,
A life that speaks in solid things, in depth instead of voice.

[PreChorus 4]
The cosmos didn't make him to be small or second-guessed,
He was built for something permanent — and he deserves the rest.

[Chorus 4]
Hunter, you were written in the deep end of the sky,
Born between the thunderstorm and the reason why,
You are rooted like the mountain and restless like the flame,
The world will know exactly what it means to speak your name,
Hunter, every scar you carry is a page of something true,
There is nothing