Faces of Statues (4:35)

Faces of statues

Why life goes so fast?
Present becomes the past
- and memory holds only a pain

Death is closer every day…
I feel my time leaves away
and only cold in my soul…

Ref

Rain of time bears the renovation
Like the hand of magician…
It washes off a dust
From fallen asleep statues -
and pictures of past revive again…

II

Look into their faces -
they have frozen hard
But in them - the entire life

Ref

Rain of time bears the renovation
Like the hand of magician…

It washes off a dust
From fallen asleep statues -
and pictures of past revive again…

Life is combination of the frames.
So what such is life?
Being clinging on for life.
I try to leave more statues of myself?

Maybe the life – my fantasy
And actually we are somewhere else?

One of these statues – mine
Each movement leaves a print in world
All creates statues on the lifeline
And rain washes them….