Free

I can hear the dirt unpiling As the crowd above's unfiling, Friends and family sit in rows With all the flowers they will throw... The part of me left in this casket Will remain for you to ask it, Under stone of polished granite 6 below and 4 to span it... I'll always be here when you pray And on those special holidays, So when you need someone to talk to I'm never far for you to walk to... Now I share but one connection And it will be my resurrection Don't be sad, there is no need to I'll be right there when he free's you...