Lorena Barrera

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-not to 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 all a part of the master's plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows

In doing good deeds,

Miss me-but let me go. .