Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Miss me....but let me go. When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me...I want no rites in gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, and not forever 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 part of the Master's plan; a step on the road back home. When you are sick of heart, go to the friends we know, and bury your sorrows in doing good. Miss me...but let me go.
