The Green Years

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?