You, who are on the road,
must have a code that you can live by
And so, become yourself,
because the past is just a goodbye.
Teach your children well,
their father's hell did slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
I know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
can't know the fears
or that your elders grew by,
so help them with your youth,
they seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
the children's health will slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams,
the one they picks, the one you know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you would cry.
So just look at them and sigh,
and know they love you.
Okay
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