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 we all must take, and each must go alone. It is 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 know, and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me-but let me go.
~Author Unknown