So much is grown from singular seeds
All that is sown are our bygone deeds

No harvest we reap, in this life or those which follow
Does not run deep, with the touch of our shadow

For the roots of lives run deep, tangled with the roots of all others
Dark rains will fall, seep, and we'll drink the same as our brothers

Our best shot for the sun, is to swiftly grow tall
But when it's over and done, we're alone after all

Yet, you like all else were born of a single seed
You, with all else, were of the exact same breed