Verse 1 The river flows on, never asking where or why, It cuts through stone, through cliffs, through bridges high. Some bend down to drink, some build cities by its side, Some dive in the current, to grow and come alive. Chorus Don’t wait for mercy — not from heaven, not from land, What you hold in your heart is the only place to stand. Share the water with the broken, the ones who’ve lost their will, For the river that grows stagnant turns bitter, cold, and still. Verse 2 The crowd will laugh: “Why carry such a load? Why not stop and settle, be a puddle by the road?” But the river doesn’t falter, it rushes just like time, Through the endless fields at midnight, with a restless, steady rhyme. Bridge There’ll be betrayal and ambush, thunder and fight, Yet the river cuts a pathway to valleys full of light. And the weary will find shelter, they’ll call the bank their home, But they’ll forget the many who kept the current strong. Final Verse And that’s no matter — what counts is the flow, That new generations may drink and onward go. For those caught in the current, just salt on their lips, And the hope this river’s heartbeat will last a thousand trips.
