Tracy Jane Tunbridge

When I come to the end of the roadAnd 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 for longAnd not with your head bowed low.Remember the love that we once shared,Miss me, but let me go.For this journey that we all must takeAnd each must go alone;It’s all a part of the Master’s planA step on the road to home.When you are lonely and sick at heartGo to the friends we know,And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.Miss me, but let me go.