(Originally by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
Will:
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 would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you
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 would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you