Static in the midnight band A distant voice we barely understand Red dust sleeping under ice Waiting on a second try Every signal cuts through time Old hopes riding data lines Not a call, not a plea Just a question sent to see Signals from Mars, coming through Not saying stay, not saying move Just asking who we’ll be When we arrive consciously Signals from Mars, faint but clear A future close enough to hear Not a promise, not a plan Just a hand beyond the sand Cold machines don’t feel the fear They only know why we are here But every line we send ahead Carries all the things we said We don’t travel to escape We translate what we became Every mile, every scar Encoded in the stars Signals from Mars, coming through Not saying stay, not saying move Just asking who we’ll be When we arrive consciously Signals from Mars, faint but clear A future close enough to hear Not a promise, not a plan Just a hand beyond the sand If no one’s there to answer back Still the journey stays intact Meaning isn’t what we find It’s what we bring across the line Signals from Mars, stripped and bare No illusion waiting there Only space enough to grow Into things we don’t yet know Signals from Mars, calm and slow Teaching us what matters most Not how far our engines ran But how we learned to still be human The signal fades, but something stays A quiet hope that learns to wait
