Life’s A Breeze

There are memories in the breeze That rustle through the leaves,
Gently swaying trees
Before they sting my cheeks.

Life’s a breeze
That brings me to my knees.
Again, I feel the tears
I’ve cried throughout the years
And I wipe them away again.

There are memories in the breeze, But pain — too much for ease
And sadly, once again,
I throw them to the wind.

I hear my crying heart Whisper as…