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 for 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 must all take,
and each must go alone.
It's all a part of the master's plan
a step on the road to home.
When you are alone and sick at heart,
go to the friends we know,
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
miss me, but let me go.
(30th August 1999)
