The throng that came filled the church br The box can only hold a body br A diamond, a life - the box is not the end br It can not hold a soul br Nor the numbers in our church so bold br To declare by their presence that death is not the end. br br There is that which lives beyond the frame br It is our spirits that roam the earth for good or ill br It matters not that we are still br For we always live in others.