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 a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home.
