Pretty things

Do you like pretty things?
Would you caress broken wings?
To truly smile, to face the day
Do you like pretty things?

And in time did you know
Pretty things always go?
A smile can never go away
It ought to be the face today

Castles melt in the sand
But you could still touch my hand
And have a dream, then go away
If you like pretty things

Can you mend broken wings?
Do you know of these things?
First at a glance you'd think you might
If you like pretty things