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 good-bye.
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 will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can`t know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek 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 picks, the one you`ll know by.
Don`t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.