Mountains, Rives, Oceans, Streams
All of which are beautiful things.
But once they come, between love so dear,
I'd wish for them to disappear.

For water that flows between the two,
who love each other, whose feelings grew.
Water becomes an enemy,
no longer a necessity.

For mountains that form between them,
forever those two, shall hate him.
For tearing their love apart,
like the earth, that he is part.

But for the people, who overcame,
all the things they could have blamed,
become a story of their love,
one so strong, that they rose above,
all the world has thrown at them,
trying to break them, shake them,
but now, they stand
undefeated, hand in hand