See this is how God made me, he saved me better than the life guard can and the life guards job was to hold my hand, but instead he let go of his plan. Let the man see his destiny coming out of my eyes shining bright as can be. Wants to fall in love deeper than the pit of that plum purple and heavenly singing some tune he turned to in the past days because sorrow passed over and swiped his face turned him grey then went over the hill far, far away. He will be saved because he's missing his grace so calm in his palm not in a planner but it's okay because his memory holds things better than a album of photos blown away.