I can tell myself I know the answers
 Try to puzzle out the painful things I’ve yet to learn
 But i don’t understand the subtle plan
 And still I wonder
 As the seeds we’ve sown fall to earth and grow
 In a barren land
 
 Sheltered in our seasoned hardness
 Shall we shed a stagnant tear to ease our wooden hearts?
 Well that depends
 With our precious hands clutching painted sand
 And our broken wheels in doubt as we turn for home
 
 Melting in a dream of gardens
 I was walking through the trees when someone called my name
 I long to trespass down that path again
 And though I’ve no regrets
 I can still recall when the first leaves fall
 How I lost my way
 
 Parachuting into darkness
 Doesn’t every wounded hero live to fight again?
 I’m baling out
 But the profiteers stole my surplus years
 Am I somersaulting headlong into the ground?