When she cried to the river

With all she had bundled

And carried all on her own

It cried right back

Saying, “you are not weak but you

Just carry too much on your back

I am a strong river, I can carry

Your load

For I have been here quite long

And my water used to cut

Through the road

So give me your pain,

Sorrow, loss, anger, and more

I don’t care how much it is

Even when the rain starts

To pour”

So she gave it her grief

That she felt from all the things

That she lost

And she gave it all the pain

That she felt every night

The river took it all and said

To her, “you are free, go your way”

And the river dried up and left

Many rocks behind

And the girl was happy, for she knew

That there would be light in the sky

All thanks to the river