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 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.
Arrangements under the direction of Palm Eastern Mortuary, Las Vegas, NV.
