Lyric

Tick — tock. The tower bell rings the hour

"Sit down," said the old clockmaker. "Long ago…"

Long ago, people lived without a clock

Ancient Egyptians put a stick in the ground

They read its shadow, they told time by the sun —

But at night, the shadow made no sound

So they made a pot with a hole — drip, drip

The water decreased, line by line

Some of them burned a candle with a mark —

The fire measured the passing time

Little by little, night by night

People gave their effort to hold the light

Every invention began with a why —

Words and wheels, improving as they carry us by

Words are power. Words are light

Then came a mechanical clock — a heavy weight

Moved the wheels with a hidden power inside

A bell rang the hours. The towns learned to wait

Eventually, every pocket had time to hide

"What type of result is time?" asked Kai. "A number?"

The old man smiled. "It is wisdom. It is technology

It is every idea we recognized in wonder —

The effort of people you will never see."

Little by little, age by age

Someone gave their life to turn the page

It is time to thank them — say it twice

Every tick you hear was someone's sacrifice

Words are power. Words are light

Tick — tock. The shadow moves. The water drips

The candle burns. Words are light