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 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 we know;
And bury your sorrows in doing
good deeds,
Miss me - but let me go.
10/05/08
