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 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 we all must take, 
And each must go alone. 
It's all part of the Master's plan-- 
A step on the road to home. 

When you are lonely and sick of heart, 
Go to the friends we know, 
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. 
Miss me-- but let me go.