Miss Me but Let Me Go
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 all 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.
Author Unknown
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