I'm wore above the the eyes using it to protect your eyes.

First part is like a swamp, but grasses and reeds over trees. Second is uniquely tied to the whole; back in the day, it meant soft. When together, I’m generally soft and squishy, large or small, and friends with hot cocoa.

A spear raised to the sky as if to challenge the heavens, The pride and the glory of the kingdom, Yet adorns the abode of heaven’s humble servants.

I wake with a shove and crave gentle control, Rush me, I cry; too light, I lose soul. I spin where I stand, feel lines with a tease, A whisper-thin touch decides when I please.

I have teeth but never bite. I keep order, yet I’m carried, not obeyed. I’m used in the morning, forgotten by noon, and I’m useless the moment my teeth are broken. What am I?