Lyrics:

A seed become a flower
Cocoon becomes a butterfly
A winter becomes springtime
And love becomes a child
The clouds become the rain
The sad becomes the pain inside
Cryin' becomes a game, yeah, yeah
And smoke becomes the flame (Yeah!)

I'm a father to my son, yeah
I'm a son to my father
You cannot dismiss, I'm living proof of metamorphosis

Times are changin', minds are re-arrangin'
It doesn't matter if you're black, Buddhist, or Asian
We all possess the power, concrete like a tower
So delicate seed becomes a flower!
Times are changin', minds are re-arrangin'
It doesn't matter if you're black, Buddhist, or Asian
We all possess the power, concrete like a tower
So delicate seed becomes a flower!

A boy becomes a man
A song becomes a memory of a time in your life
A river becomes an ocean, ocean, ocean
And life becomes undone
Feelings become emotion
A marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life
The boredom becomes the same
And guilt turns into pain (Yeah!)

I'm a father to my son, yeah
I'm a son to my father
You cannot dismiss, I'm living proof of metamorphosis

Times are changin', minds are re-arrangin'
It doesn't matter if you're black, Buddhist, or Asian
We all possess the power, concrete like a tower
So delicate seed becomes a flower!
Times are changin', minds are re-arrangin'
It doesn't matter if you're black, Buddhist, or Asian
We all possess the power, concrete like a tower
So delicate seed becomes a flower!

I'm a father to my son, yeah
I'm a son to my father
You cannot dismiss, I'm living proof of metamorphosis

Times are changin', minds are re-arrangin'
It doesn't matter if you're black, Buddhist, or Asian
We all possess the power, concrete like a tower
So delicate seed becomes a flower!
Times are changin', minds are re-arrangin'
It doesn't matter if you're black, Buddhist, or Asian
We all possess the power, concrete like a tower
So delicate seed becomes a flower!