You
Who were 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 pick's
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
And know they love you
You
Of tender years
Can't know the fears
That your elders grew by
Please help
Them with your youth
They see the truth
Before they can die
Teach
Your parents well
Their children's hell
Will slowly go by
And feed
Them on your dreams
The one they pick's
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
And know they love you
