One raindrop may become a sea  
The sea brings storms  the sea brings life
One seed may turn   into a tree        
It bears fruit, tears stone    like a knife              
        The wood may burn     the wood may build
  A campfire, a cross     bridges, fences
Knives cut, knives defend      knives ****                  
       And who can count      the consequences?
    Saplings may seem       pure and simple
                 Time gives trees      a thousand branches
                  Just a stone      until it's thrown
And time turns stones to     avalanches              
Shall I hasten                  to obey
Some lying leader who    alleges                  
            Their way is    the only way
     When we know all swords have two edges