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.

When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me - but let me go.

God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be.
So He closed His arms around
you and whispered "Come to me".

You didn't deserve what you went through,
so He gave you rest.
God's Garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best.

And when we saw you sleeping,
so peaceful and free from pain,
we could not wish you back
to suffer that again.