If I were the Iron and left by the teary ocean, br I would rust and lose my strength with the passion, br the love and affinity for the burning deceitful Oxygen. br br If I were the carbon and left to burn in the fireplace, br I may help to heat up a few cold hearts, br But I would be burnt down to be the wasteful ash. br br If I were the gold and melted in the hot pot, br How much tempting firewood is used to collapse my spirit, br I would glitter and shine leaving all my impurities to the flirting flame.