Like a river that gets lost in time.

 In deep chaos, truth is blurred,

Like a river that gets lost in time.

In the arms of loneliness, I seek hope,

A flash of light that will overcome the darkness.

The tears in my eyes like a river flow,

Holding inside me the unbending pain.

But in the uncertain night, my soul is impatient,

For an aura of hope that will lift me up.

In the storm, I look for the light,

My grief to transform, to rise from the chaos.

With every breath, with every step forward,

Depression transforms, hope blossoms.

In the lap of time, the wound opens and heals,

And my soul, little by little, returns to the light.

And though depression is part of my path,

The power in me will bring victory, even if it rains.