Let your pain wash over
Your tense saddened figure
The problem is weak; it will soon pass
Something sweet grows from something bitter

Let it push you, but not take you
Trees still stand after stormy winds
Give it time, one day you will wake
With the answer to your turmoil

Let it hit you, and still hold on
Don't sink in the water and never
Blow away in the fierce, harsh wind
Nothing's worth the salt in your tears