Short is the span of the mortal heart Long is the length of grieving Deep is the wound only time can heal Shallow, the words of comforting Sharp is the pain of the parting of souls Dull is the mind of it's needing Cool is the touch of d**h's merciless hand Hot are the tears of the weeping Dark is the day when the news is first heard Bright is the sun with it's pa**ing Brief is the crossing from life into d**h Endless, the soul everlasting Great is the loss of those left now behind Small are the troubles of ordinary day Tightly we hold to thy memory Freely we wish thee upon thy way Freely we wish thee upon thy way