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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 pick's 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's 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. ​