You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live byAnd so become yourself because The past is just a good byeTeach your children well, Their father's hell did slowly go by,And feed them on your dreams, The one they fix, the one you'll know byDon't you ever ask them why, If they told you, you would cry,So just look at them and sigh and know they love youAnd 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 dieTeach 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 byDon'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
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