Sundial

Verse 1

Upon the wall where sunlight lay,

A silent clock would mark the day,

No ticking hands, no chime to hear

Just light and shadow, calm and clear.

No gears within, no silver chime,

Yet faithfully it measured time;

By golden rays and shadows drawn,

It slept with dusk and woke with dawn.

Pre-Chorus

Its edges carved in language old,

A phrase in Latin, deep and bold:

“Sine Sole Nihil Sum” it said

“Without the sun, I too am dead.”

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And so it lived by borrowed light,

Awakened only by the bright,

A humble soul that could not be

Without the sun’s identity.

Verse 2

At morning’s touch, so soft, so pale,

A slender shadow would unveil

The early hour, the rising day,

As night’s last dreams were swept away.

At noon it stood in poised embrace,

A fleeting mark, a sacred place,

Where shadow nearly disappeared

As if all time had paused and cleared.

Pre-Chorus

Then slowly, with the westward glide,

The lengthened shade would stretch and slide,

Like whispered thoughts it could not keep,

Till dusk returned it back to sleep.

Chorus

Its edges carved in language old,

A phrase in Latin, deep and bold:

“Sine Sole Nihil Sum” it said

“Without the sun, I too am dead.”

And so it lived by borrowed light,

Awakened only by the bright,

A humble soul that could not be

Without the sun’s identity.

Verse 3

The childhood wall of warmth and grace,

Where light would dance in measured pace,

You taught my heart what time may be

A gift of sun, both wild and free.

For we, like the clock, in silence stand,

Dependent on a greater hand,

And like that dial, we too must come

To know: without light, we are none.

Chorus

Its edges carved in language old,

A phrase in Latin, deep and bold:

“Sine Sole Nihil Sum” it said

“Without the sun, I too am dead.”

The childhood wall of warmth and grace,

Where light would dance in measured pace,

You taught my heart what time may be

A gift

Verse 4

the childhood wall of warmth and grace,

Where light would dance in measured pace,

You taught my heart what time may be

A gift of sun, both wild and free.

For we, like the clock, in silence stand,

Dependent on a greater hand,

And like that dial, we too must come

To know: without light, we are none.

Chorus

And so it lived by borrowed light,

Awakened

Without the sun, we are none