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, 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 part of the Master’s plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds; miss me but let me go.
