METAMORPHOSIS

A seed becomes a flower

a cocoon becomes a butterfly

winter becomes spring time

and love becomes a child

The clowds become the rain

the sad becomes the pain inside

cryin’ becomes a game yeah yeah

and smoke becomes the flame

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 your black budohist 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

and life becomes undone

Feelings become emotion

a marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life

the bordem becomes the same

and guilt turns into pain

- Methods of Mayhem

Todos cambiamos... evolucionamos... nos adecuamos a la situación... nos hacemos más fuertes... aprendemos... maduramos... dejamos de ser la delicada semilla para convertirnos en flor... cada quien a su tiempo... a su forma... al nivel que lo necesita... sin dejar de ser nosotros mismos... sin perder nuestra esencia...