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 will slowly go by, And feed them on your dreams The one they fix, 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 the 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 fix, 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.