I am that of a river
I flow soft and I run free,
Swayed by the tide of my destiny.
The sun shines bright
Almost running me dry
But it is then that my beauty shines.
Those moments I am but a mere trickle,
Upon the lowest valley
Before the greatest mountain,
Give me the strength
To carve the grandest canyon,
Allow me to run
To the largest, most vast lake.
The struggle of my climb
Becomes the victory of my conquer
And I will conquer anything
Because my weakness is strength.