You who are on the roadMust have a code that you can live byAnd
so become yourselfBecause the past is just a good bye.Teach your
children well,Their father's hell did slowly go by,And feed
them on your dreamsThe one they picked, 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'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
dreamsThe one they picked, 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.