Two sparks in steel, too small to see
We cast them out eternally
With golden discs and hopeful songs
To sail where starlight takes too long

They left the blue, they passed the moon
They hum through dark in ancient tune
No captain’s hand, no tethered line
Just whispers past the edge of time

Echoes from Earth, a voice in gold
A map of dreams, a story told
If someone hears, if something knows—
They’ll find our hearts in radio throes

Through Neptune’s gaze and Saturn’s rings
They flew beyond the pull of kings
And still they speak, in pulses weak
Like prayers from those too far to seek

They carry Bach, they carry rain
They carry laughter, grief, and name
They speak for all who’ve come and gone
And beg the stars to pass it on

Echoes from Earth, across the black
No way to steer, no coming back
But through the dark, they gently call
A song so small, it touches all

No eye may watch where they will go
No tongue may hear the worlds they know
But still they fly, with silence vast
Our hope, our past, our final cast

Echoes from Earth, let stardust keep
The dreams we dared, the faith we reap
If ever found, if ever heard—
Tell them we once sang to the stars… with words

…and we are still listening.