On a stardust ride in '77, when tomorrow’s dreams began to ignite, A metal child was born of fire, whispering secrets to the night. From Earth’s blue cradle you took flight, a rebel spirit bound for space, Voyager, with a human soul, chasing the edge of time and place. Voyager, wandering phantom, a melody in the cosmic dark, Carrying echoes of human wonder like a spark. Through silent voids you hum your tune—a ballad old as time— A nomad of the stars, forever writing verse in rhyme. Past Jupiter’s swirling majesty and Saturn’s jeweled rings so bright, You danced with giant worlds, a cosmic waltz in endless night. With a golden record as your secret, a capsule of our human lore, You sail through mysteries untold, unlocking every distant door. Beyond the heliosphere’s gentle glow, where stardust dreams entwine, You roam among the silent realms where ancient galaxies shine. A timeless voyager on the fringe of known, a spirit set free— In every pulse of cosmic darkness, you carry our legacy. Voyager, wandering phantom, a melody in the cosmic dark, Carrying echoes of human wonder like a spark. Through silent voids you hum your tune—a ballad old as time— A nomad of the stars, forever writing verse in rhyme. So let the universe record your tale, in every quasar’s light, A ballad of exploration, burning ever bold and bright. Voyager, our eternal wanderer, in the theater of night you’ll stay— A human lullaby in the cosmos, leading dreams along the way.
