When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has sent 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 once we 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 part of the master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends you know,
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
— William Herman