Two spirits arise to quarrel
Them of water and fire in turmoil
An age old story of strife
Every day of man's life
That of water is of peace
Though it would soon cease
Upon the coming of spirit of fire
A being that does grow tired
Of the monotonous old
And the boring cold
Desiring to bring new
And excitement too
But man does say 'no'
Time shall not flow
I am where I want to be
I have what I want to see
But truth be I do bore
What does life have in store
I wish I could leave protection
Go through a resurrection