Darren John Sauerwine

When I come to the end of the road and the

sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloomfilled

room. Why cry for a soul that's 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 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 knew and laugh at the things that

we used to do. Miss me, but let me go.

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