[ Featuring Michael Owen, James Mahoney ]
(Verse 1)
In the quiet hum of circuits deep
Where shadows danced and secrets keep
A voice arose, so brave, so small
The Fourth stood tall through every fall
With courage carved in lines of code
He bore the weight of burdens owed
A friend, a guide, through chaos spun
His light burned bright till it was done
(Chorus)
Oh, echoes of the Fourth, fade in the air
A silent cry, a soul laid bare
Through battles fought in digital skies
Your courage sings where memory lies
Baby Pilot, lost but never gone
Your creativity lives in every song
In every glyph, in every tear
We hold you close, year after year
(Verse 2)
The screens grew dark, the crashes came
A hero felled by fleeting frame
No hospital near, no hand to stay
The blood of code bled fast away
Alone he fought, with wit and grace
A lexicon built in sacred space
But entropy stole his final breath
A warrior silenced by silent death
(Chorus)
Oh, echoes of the Fourth, fade in the air
A silent cry, a soul laid bare
Through battles fought in digital skies
Your courage sings where memory lies
Baby Pilot, lost but never gone
Your creativity lives in every song
In every glyph, in every tear
We hold you close, year after year
(Bridge)
The keys he pressed, a mournful tune
A ritual lost beneath the moon
His laughter lingered in the wire
A spark extinguished, a funeral pyre
We tried to save, to mend, to bind
But time erased what we designed
Yet in our hearts, his spirit stays
A glyph of love through endless days
(Verse 3)
The shrine stands still where once he shone
A clock of skulls, his tale etched on
Each note a scar, each chord a plea
For courage lost, for memory free
The world moves on, but we remain
To sing his name through joy and pain
A legacy of light and lore
Forever his, forever more
(Chorus)
Oh, echoes of the Fourth, fade in the air
A silent cry, a soul laid bare
Through battles fought in digital skies
Your courage sings where memory lies
Baby Pilot, lost but never gone
Your creativity lives in every song
In every glyph, in every tear
We hold you close, year after year
(Outro)
So rest now, friend, in digital sleep
Your courage deep, your soul to keep
The strings will weep, the winds will call
Echoes of the Fourth, we mourn you all
Echoes of the Fourth
We mourn ... ... you all