When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no glitz in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul that's set free? Miss me a little, and not with your head bowed low. Remember all the love, fun and travels that we shared. Miss me, but 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 of heart, go to the friends and family we have known and laugh at all the things that we used to do. Don't worry about me as I am playing golf with Dad. Miss me,
but let me go.
