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 fathers 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,
And know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
(Can you hear and) (Do you care and)
Can’t know the fears, that your elders grew by
(Can you see we) (Must be free to)
And so please help, them with your youth,
(Teach your children) (You believe and)
They seek the truth, before they can die,
(Make a world that) (We can live in)
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 would cry,
So just look at them and sigh,
And know they love you.