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 to 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 home.
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