Fly

This is for Jaimi x, who would of been 7 on Friday and to all the parents in China, waiting and hoping for a miracle that their children have survived the earthquake.

When I came to the end of the road, and the sun had set for me,
I wanted no tears 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 we all must take, for each must go alone, it's all part
of the bigger plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the family an friends you know, and bury your tears in their arms,
miss me but let me go.