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 gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free. Miss Me - not too long and not your head bowed low. Remember the LOVE we once shared. Miss Me - for this is a journey that we all must take and each must go alone. A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of the heart, go to the loved ones and bury your sorrows. Miss Me but let me go.