The life of any human being is worthy of a picture,
It's truth without deception, it's richer than book's fiction.
About grief, about joy and choices, not so simple...
There is a bit of saints in us, we all as well are sinful.
Until life is not finished, it's on its own rolling,
There is no story similar, its plot can not be stolen.
Life is unique and precious, can't be relived from scratch,
It runs like fairy tale from first page to last page.
