Christopher M.C. Burant
October 1, 1977 - April 9, 2000

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 that 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 friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, miss me - but let me go.