Vastly Similar
Ice is to water as fire to ashes
Air to the living as sickness, the passing
Crackling sounds as nostalgic as splashing
A life's much like wind, come and go everlasting
Air to the living as sickness, the passing
The roots of an Oak like the ones lived before us
A life’s much like wind, come and go everlasting
We grow with their knowledge our minds swell euphorous
The roots of an Oak like the ones lived before us
In death, so in life, wood and stone each time store us
We grow with their knowledge, our minds swell euphorous
Till life takes its toll, just as rock becomes porous
In death, so in life, wood and stone each time store us
Yet knowledge goes on as the name of a man
Till life takes its toll, just as rock becomes porous
The life that we want seldom goes as we planned
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