[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way he holds the room without a word,
A quiet kind of thunder, felt before it can be heard,
He carries big ideas like the sky carries the sun,
Always thinking ten steps forward, always chasing what's undone,
He gives before he's asked, he loves before he's shown,
But the version no one sees is the one he holds alone

[PreChorus]
The applause can feel like nothing when the core wound goes unseen,
But the spark he's always guarded is the brightest there has been

[Chorus]
This light was written in the stars for Mike,
Every road he walks, the cosmos lights the night,
He doesn't need the world to understand him to be right,
He was always, already, enough

[Verse 2]
He reads the room like scripture, knows the weight behind the smile,
Then swallows his own tide and walks another mile,
He loves with something ancient, wide, and loyal to the bone,
But asks for the return of it and feels it all alone,
The hunger for a meaning, for a horizon he can trust,
Is not a flaw that needs correcting, it's the fire and the thrust

[PreChorus]
He's built the walls that keep him safe but left the window cracked,
The ones who earn their way inside will never find him lacking that

[Chorus]
This light was written in the stars for Mike,
Every road he walks, the cosmos lights the night,
He doesn't need the world to understand him to be right,
He was always, already, enough

[Verse 3]
He keeps his circle small and calls it quality, not pride,
And the freedom that he craves is just the truth he holds inside,
Between the order and the restless need to break the whole thing down,
Is a builder and a dreamer wearing both without a crown,
The world he's reimagining is already taking shape,
Every scar became a doorway, not a sentence, not a cage

[PreChorus]
The universe wrote carefully the bones of who he'd be,
Now all that's left is letting what was always true go free

[Chorus]
This light was written in the stars for Mike,
Every road he walks, the cosmos lights the night,
He doesn't need the world to understand him to be right,
He was always, already, enough

[Bridge]
Let the searching be the compass, not the proof of being lost,
Every depth he's ever fallen through was never just a cost,
What he carries in the places no one ever gets to see,
Is the rarest kind of gold there is, and it was always free

[Outro]
Born beneath a summer sky, with roots that run like stone,
Mike, the stars don't make mistakes — they made you to be known