When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a glook filled room. Why cry for a soul that's 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 much go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan. A step on the road 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. - Author Unknown
