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 life 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 maker's plan,
a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart
go to friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss me, but let me go.

©Émilia Rennart