it is the stain of the ground that leads my way
that of what once had a river carve it's course
it it the chaos of the currents that carved me as well
but now the river is ******.

and you could find me in my mess wondering
the worst has gone to pass, but why do i prepare to walk still
where as my purpose then was to wade through the murk
now i am among the peaceful drought
worried by the floods of the plains below
knowing that my dam will not hold
still, persevere for it

i have been very cruel to those who have wronged me
and i have been cruelly branded with fear by those who have yet to see the river silt
i am the remnant of the Euphrates, but i bring no horsemen
i am in a path of gold, that once held water

so now i am
whom they see still walking
those who I've left behind
still feel the cold of the floods
those who see me from afar
see the wind i bring with them
those who walk besides me
know of the rain i value still
and the comforts of a well kept shoe
and the value of gold
below everyone's rivers.