When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room;
why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey that we
all must take and each must go alone.
It*s part of the Master*s plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
go to the friends we know and
bury your sorrows in doing good deeds;
miss me but let me go.
