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
all a part of the master plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick
of heart, go to the friends we
know, and bury your sorrow
in doing good deeds,
Miss me . . . but let me go.
