In ancient towns with cobblestone streets,
Clock towers stand as guardians of time’s beats.
Their hands move with grace, never to falter,
Guiding the townsfolk, never to shelter.
Up in the sky, they rise tall and bold,
Chiming the hours, as history’s unfold.
Their bells ringing out, a melodious border,
Guiding the townsfolk, never to falter.
With faces of beauty, adorned in the sun,
They mark the hours, ’til the day is done.
Each tick and each tock, a reassuring call,
Guiding the townsfolk, never to fall.
As day turns to night, their lights start to gleam,
Shining out bright, like a timeless dream.
A beacon of hope, in the darkness’ expanse,
Guiding the townsfolk, with every chance.