[Verse 1]
He came in charging, first light over frozen ground,
A mind like a wire cut loose, humming without sound,
Three voices in his third house — hot, deliberate, deep,
The kind of words that don't go quiet even in sleep,
He built the argument before the room knew it began,
And every cause he ever found, he led it like a man,

[PreChorus]
He carried the drum and the discipline both,
A pioneer's fire wrapped in a builder's oath,

[Chorus]
Bill, the stars wrote your name in the marching line,
Every bold idea you championed was by design,
You weren't born to follow the order someone else gave,
Bill, you were born to blaze the trail, not pave the grave,

[Verse 2]
His love lives quiet where no one else can see the door,
Tucked behind the hearth, pressed into the kitchen floor,
The table always set, the detail always right,
He alphabetized his worry so the house could sleep at night,
But the devotion that he buried in the private twelfth-house room
Was patient as a kept promise, steady as a heirloom loom,

[PreChorus]
He learned early that his worth had to be earned through weight,
But the man inside the discipline arrived ahead of fate,

[Chorus]
Bill, the future that you dreamed for was the one you built,
Every friendship, every vision — none of it was guilt,
You weren't the man who waited for permission to believe,
Bill, you were always the reason, not the sleeve,

[Verse 3]
Now a dark moon hangs on the edge of what's been known,
And every seed of truth he planted in the mind's deep loam
Is pushing toward the surface of a year that wants to speak,
The voice that carried crowds will carry what the quiet seeks,
He questioned what the textbooks said and rewrote what was tame,
An original, uncategorized, impossibly his own name,

[PreChorus]
The awakening isn't new — it's been threading since his birth,
It's just the world catching up to what Bill's always been worth,

[Chorus]
Bill, the new moon found you standing where you've always stood,
Arms open to the horizon like you knew that something would,
You weren't the kind of man who needed saving from the dark,
Bill, you were always carrying the lantern, not the spark,

[Bridge]
The ledger finally balances, every column drawn by hand,
Every road he doubted was the one that made him understand,
The electrified, the restless, the one who broke the mold —
This is the face the future wears, and Bill's the one it told,

[Outro]
Bill, let the stars speak — they've been saying this for years,
You were always the anthem underneath the atmospheres,