The Hardest Part

She was flying circles above her room at night

While you slept in the bed below, thinking things were alright

She was in Alaska, or on the Hudson Line

One a beach in Mexico, you farthest form her mind

The hardest part of life is love that goes away

When one is left there wondering how to make it stay

What is there to tell you, apart from hopeful lies

Just open up the window wide and watch her as she flies