Time

[Verse 1]
We're born not sages, not in grace,
Not all are chosen for the wise,
Life's full of bustle, empty space,
Time drowns it all and never dies.

[Chorus]
Our time is leaving, can't be caught,
The stream won't stop for anyone,
To bear the cross is not for naught,
To find one's hill is not hard done.

[Verse 2]
Wine and juice — one river's flow,
An unseen spirit stirs the deep,
It lures us on where waters go,
Not for the goal — the call we keep.

[Chorus]
Our time is leaving, can't be caught,
The stream won't stop for anyone,
To bear the cross is not for naught,
To find one's hill is not hard done.

[Verse 3]
The beacons flicker on the trail,
And silence dwells between the strides,
It keeps us safe when sorrows wail,
And whispers in a child's soft tides.

[Chorus]
Our time is leaving, can't be caught,
The stream won't stop for anyone,
To bear the cross is not for naught,
To find one's hill is not hard done.

[Verse 4]
The path is but a thread so frayed,
The sail is sewn into the palm,
We steer with hands, not unafraid,
Life is a fire, a raging calm.

[Chorus]
Our time is leaving, can't be caught,
The stream won't stop for anyone,
To bear the cross is not for naught,
To find one's hill is not hard done.


Евгений Грибков
http://stihi.ru/2026/06/29/7232