End of the Day

When I come to the end of the day
 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 we once shared–
 Miss me, but let me go.

 For this is a journey we all must take
 and each must go alone.
 it’s all a part of the maker’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.