The Sun I Created

THE SUN I CREATED

[INTRO – SOFTLY SPOKEN]

Sometimes I wonder...

If your existence alone
can inspire songs, poems and stories,
what would happen
if I really got to know you?

[VERSE 1]

You don't even know
how many songs you've inspired,
how many words I've written,
how many dreams you've awakened.

Just by being who you are,
you became a melody.
A thousand words on paper,
from someone you barely see.

[PRE-CHORUS]

What would happen if we talked?
If we shared a little friendship?
Not as strangers passing by,
just two people having a conversation.

[CHORUS]

What if I stood right before you,
just you and me, face to face?

Would my pen run out of paper?
Would new words come pouring out?

Would my world become ordinary,
or would I still live in melodies?

Would I finally know the person
behind the Sun I see?

Would I meet the real you,
or the Sun I created in my dreams?

[VERSE 2]

I wonder how you are
on ordinary days.
What makes you laugh,
what brings a smile to your face.

Are you like the person
my imagination has drawn?
And am I the only one
inspired by your presence?

[PRE-CHORUS 2]

So much time has passed,
so many days without seeing you.
Sometimes I even wonder
if you're real outside my dreams.

I know you have your own life,
your own world, your reality.
But when someone is far away,
they can feel like a memory.

[CHORUS]

What if I stood right before you,
just you and me, face to face?

Would my pen run out of paper?
Would new words come pouring out?

Would my world become ordinary,
or would I still live in melodies?

Would I finally know the person
behind the Sun I see?

Would I meet the real you,
or the Sun I created in my dreams?

[BRIDGE – GENTLE BUILD]

Maybe you're just an ordinary man,
with ordinary dreams and plans.
Maybe there's so much I don't know,
beyond the light I see from afar.

And maybe if we ever talked,
I'd discover something new.
Something no song could ever tell me,
something I never knew.

I don't know...
And that's what makes me wonder.

[FINAL CHORUS]

What if I stood right before you?
Would the words come easily?

Would I keep writing songs about you,
or would the music finally rest?

Would my world return to normal,
would the pages find their peace?

Or would one simple conversation
give my songs another melody?

[OUTRO – SOFTLY SPOKEN]

I know you're real.

I just wonder sometimes...

If the Sun I see in my songs
is anything like the person
you are in everyday life.

And what would happen
to all the words
I haven't written yet?