So quiet,
So silent,
Too deep for my skin.

Wherever I stand,
Its presence,
Its lost of existence
Can be feeled, as if he was there by flesh and blood.

Dreaming he was here,
Imaging what he would say.

It ain't gonna happend any time soon tough.
It can only broadcast power, strength or sorrow.
In some odd way, not everyone become a statute.
why is that?

Wouldn't you like to be a statute? for one day perhaps?
Giving the feeling you were a unique individual,
to others.

Whereas your life were a total mess.

Fortunately,
you'll live on,
telling the stories,
the myths,

not making'em.