Whats in your eyes is the salt i  cry when we see life splitting us like cleaning dust we wont render to stay and rust .just know missing you is be coming dajavoo the visions of you keep me glued knowing I cant be include. What a life of faith made people refuse what they say and may until this day but for me you are my ways with the garden of rays never ending days that make me look forward to say acceptance creates perfection in all of ways giving them the perfect haze of the modest way giving me direction leans my days with the softest rain I may now happily drain..