Whoever walks the golden earth and knows the beauty of water,

she cries all day sometimes for what she has seen

Whoever understands the arts and can see her reach out her arms to help those most in need

The river of the Angel is locked in a prison that opens only for those with the key

The key is old and rusty like the sunset on the sand

and if Whoever doesn’t help the river she will never see light again

Unless Whoever sets off on a journey to find the age-old key

because when Whoever opens the rusted lock

she can set the angel free!

- Emily Buck