It's seems when you stuck in the rapids of the river
Like seems stressful
I continue fight to stay alive

But what happen when you gain the breach to the surface
The freedom of air

A harsh wind can push you back like fury of life
You can give up and sink further than before
Or you can fight to stay at the surface
Or wait to use the full strength at daybreak

Sometimes the currents can be cruel sometimes they can be good
Although you can feel sure

Sometimes the crashing waves calm for a day and you feel light hopeful
Or for those who adopted to this life
Can feel panic at this normal air
The relaxing ripples are like insulting from the waves before

And than other times...
Well you gain freedom and long since left the body of water
Only to find the boring draw of day
The life of a river has a steady path
A destination to achieve
Or to accomplish
Or to live to the fullest

But happens when you abandon the river of life?
Does life still go on
Or does end there in that rut
send a wave of grief to loads of others

How could there be stead path
When struggles became part of life?

Is life a battle to suffer from
Or
Is it the adventures of ups and downs?