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 take alone.
It’s 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