[Verse 1]
He reads the room before he reads the page,
A quiet fire that doesn't need a stage,
He'll tell you the truth with a steady hand,
Then wonder if anyone will understand,
There's a whole horizon living in his chest,
A restless compass pointing past the rest

[PreChorus]
He weighs the world before he lets it show,
A mountain and an archer in the undertow

[Chorus]
Terry, you were written in a language all your own,
A soul that finds its brightest light through the ones you call home,
You don't have to carry every question on your own,
The map was always in you, you were never far from home

[Verse 2]
He builds his trust like stone laid one by one,
Not quick to open, but once open — done,
The kind of love that doesn't need to speak,
That shows up in the details every week,
He thinks in chapters, talks in open skies,
And holds a universe behind his eyes

[PreChorus]
He's tried to make his voice fit rooms too small,
But the voice that couldn't fit — it carries all

[Chorus]
Terry, you were written in a language all your own,
A soul that finds its brightest light through the ones you call home,
You don't have to carry every question on your own,
The map was always in you, you were never far from home

[Verse 3]
He's walked through rooms where no one heard his name,
Stood at the edge of meaning, all the same,
That wound of being missed became a gift,
A way of seeing others when they drift,
He holds the ones who feel they don't belong,
Because he knows the weight of going unsung

[PreChorus]
His strength was never loud and never cheap,
It grew from every silence he had to keep

[Chorus]
Terry, you were written in a language all your own,
A soul that finds its brightest light through the ones you call home,
You don't have to carry every question on your own,
The map was always in you, you were never far from home

[Verse 4]
He dreams in ethics, builds what he believes,
Not chasing what the world gives — what it needs,
A quiet rebel with a long-game mind,
The kind of man that time proves right in kind,
He doesn't need permission to be true,
The stars aligned the moment they made you

[PreChorus]
He's earned the right to rest inside his worth,
Not just a passerby — he belongs on this earth

[Bridge]
Every scar he carried lit a fire in the dark,
Every road he questioned only sharpened up his heart,
He's the kind of rare the world won't always recognize,
But the right ones always see it burning in his eyes

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote him carefully, with ink that never fades,
He doesn't need to prove a thing — he's enough in all his ways,
Terry, you were always home