The ice above never stands still,

It melts and flows down as it always will.

The water touches all along it's way,

Turning the hardest stones to clay.

Giving life to those who need it,

Taking from those who ill-treat it.

Words are just like a river,

Making an atheist a believer.

But, as the river loses itself in the sea,

So do words, as they lose themselves in love and defeat.