Miss Me but Let Me Go

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’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.

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