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, and not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that once we shared.
Miss me - but let me go.
For this journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It is all a part of the Master 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.
Arrangements under the direction of Weller Funeral Home, Arlington, WA.
