Mountains may move,
Rivers may tremble,
The stars may fade
And leave the sky empty and dark,
Love may wither in winter,
But I shall flow endlessly like a river.
Enemies may hate
And try to turn off the flame lit by fate,
But I shall continue to glow.
And, within me, my destiny shall flow.
They may cause tears to fall from my eyes
They may make me feel worthless,
But I shall endure till I prosper in the end.
Because, I am the rare seed
That can grow in the bare sand.