The way of life

It's so difficult,
to let it go.
To accept what is true,
and to bear that pain,
of separation.

Sure they made it clear,
but the heart, our foolish heart,
never accepted.
And how could it?
That way, we had hope,
we had dreams, we had reasons,
to smile.

But that's the way of life,
at least you get to hold on,
to those memories.
We'll keep him alive,
in our hearts.

She was there with me,
but needed her by my side.
She talked to me,
but craved her beautiful eyes.

But that's the way of life,
just the way of life!