O gentle baritone,

your voice won’t cry for me it only sways.

Though winter’s heavy snow

may freeze the world and hide our days,

this is not your sorrow-song,

not your ending’s final word.

It’s the quiet that we carry,

light as snowflakes in the air.

The moths have burned away,

the snow has fallen soft and still.

Pain was never meant

to beg for mercy or for will.

Just a fleeting, tuneful sadness,

just a whisper left to stay,

like a sigh we keep inside us

till it gently fades away.

So tell me why should we be grieving,

when neither one of us is less?

Fate is shared, so sorrow’s foolish

leave it, let it rest.

Let us laugh, for life keeps turning,

life is endless, wide and bright.

Let us laugh, for life is shining

life itself is endless light!

Let us laugh while thought is with us,

even when the grief may come,

grief that wiser years

will teach the heart to overcome.

And let someone else be crying,

one who missed you long ago

let them shed the tears you needed,

while we travel far below.

Now we journey on together,

not above and not beneath

just a lighter world awaits us

where the echoes sing and breathe.

Songs and laughter rising skyward

in that vast, unending dome

in that great, great

Universe we’ll call our home.

So tell me

why should we be grieving,

when neither one of us is less?

Fate is shared, so sorrow’s foolish

leave it, let it rest.

Let us laugh, for life keeps turning,

life is endless, wide and bright.

Let us laugh, for life is shining

life itself is endless light!