A seed become a A cocoon a butterfly Winter spring time And love a child
The clouds the rain The sad the pain inside Cryin' becomes a game, And smoke the flame
I'm a to my son, yeah I'm a son to my You cannot I'm proof of metamorphosis
Times are changin' minds are It matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a
Times are changin' minds are It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or We all possess the power, concrete like a So delicate becomes a flower
A boy a man A song becomes a memory of a time in your A river an ocean And becomes undone
Feelings emotion A becomes a devotion for the rest of your life The becomes the same And guilt turns pain, yeah
I'm a father to my son, I'm a son to my You cannot I'm proof of metamorphosis
Times are changin' are re-arrangin' It matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, like a tower So delicate seed becomes a
Times are changin' are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if Black, Buddhist or Asian We all the power, concrete like a tower So seed becomes a flower
I'm a father to my son, I'm a son to my You cannot I'm living proof of
Times are minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, or Asian We all the power, concrete like a tower So delicate becomes a flower
Times are minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete a tower So seed becomes a flower