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 MUST ALL 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.
ANONYMOUS
