Aaron Michael Collins

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 that love that once was shared.

Miss me, but let me go.

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.

Bear your sorrow in goods deeds

Miss me, but let me go.