Miss me:
when i come 2 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 remeber the love we once shared miss , me but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take and :must go alone its all apart of the masters plan on the step of the road home when your lonenly and sick
at go to friends we know laugh at the things; we used to do> miss me
but let me go.