The Breeze

It came with the breeze
There are beautiful things
It's almost never as bad as it seems
Life's not a dream
But dreams there can be
And sometimes those dreams become reality

Sitting at my desk
I can just turn my head
To still see the pieces lying on my bed
But no longer I dread
The things I can't mend
And I've stopping trying with a needle and thread

Mountains you can't move
A life you didn't choose
Those nights you cry all alone in your room
You forget it's true
You're beautiful too
And God has you exactly where he wants you