• It’s hard to see the ones we love
    Disappear before our very eyes.
    We can no longer hold them in our arms
    And tell them our lies.

    We can never see them again
    Nor tell them “Hello.”
    We can merely go on
    Acting quite mellow.

    Our eyes burn with tears
    And our throats hoarse from cries.
    We can only look to the sky
    And tell them our good-byes.