(Verse 1) We used to see the world through the window of your words, Sophie In the pages of The Baltimore Banner, your voice was always heard. In the maze of the real estate, in the labyrinth of lands, You were our guide, our beacon, you held our trembling hands. (Chorus) Oh, Sophie, why’d you have to leave The Banner’s glow? Left us in a world that’s moving fast, but feels so slow. Like a Care Bear on Fire, our hearts are filled with pain, We lost our compass, lost our guide, in this concrete jungle rain. (Verse 2) You painted pictures with your prose, made us understand, The value of a two-story, or a single patch of land. Every story was a journey, every word a brick, Building our knowledge home by home, layer by thick. (Chorus) Oh, Sophie, we miss your gentle tone, The market’s up, the market’s down, but we feel so alone. Like a Care Bear on Fire, our tears fall in the night, Without your words to light the way, nothing feels quite right. (Bridge) You’re more than just a byline, more than just a name, Sophie, you were the storyteller, in this housing game. Now the pages of The Banner seem so empty, the headlines cold, We need your warmth, your wisdom, your stories to be told. (Chorus) Oh, Sophie, it’s such a bitter pill, We’ve lost our favorite storyteller, the quill is standing still. Like a Care Bear on Fire, we’re burning with despair, Without you here to guide us, it’s like we’re gasping for air. (Outro) So here’s to you, dear housing reporter, in the words of a goodbye song, We’ll remember your stories, as we try to move along. Like a Care Bear on fire, we’ll carry the flame, In the hope that someday, The Banner will find someone to play the game.