Tasia.

Fire taught me to ignite , water taught me to submerge , and earth talked to me about life , simplicity what roads lead to gold , the dead ends to coal , old bones of that lonely bridge over the way , she was drowning in despair , it holds tight and melts away inside , crawls too that hidden place , where sad songs burned her deeply . Lyrics of the forgotten, scars on her twisted metal kissed by tunes of that amor that dried in the sun , peeled away .  Bones of the patient told stories of where the golden ones trotted to , and of the wicked paths walked .