Maybe a Word

Maybe a word is just too brief To tell you how I really feel Maybe I am just too weak Weak as a drifting, falling leaf Fallen leaf I wonder if they are building walls Or they are just covering sores Living less and losing more I wanna know what's going on Break through the curtain, go out and play Lean out the window, face-to-face It's not time to cremate or bury You can find a million ways Million ways, million ways Once in a while we're used to Reaping flowers on the road Who can tell the seasons When they're sold/sowed?