River of Red

The river it used to run red
I'd admire it for days,
It made me feel alive and sweet
now I've moved past what I have seen

The past it beckons and calls
It wants me to forsake it all
all I can do now,
Is hope and pray I see it through.

But sometimes I look back and see
I remember how it all felt to me
to see the river I once created
brought my heart so much glee

But try as I might I must resist
No one would benefit from this aid
keeping that dagger at bay,
means I can smile and fight another day.