DYou who are on the Groad
Must have a cDode
that you can livAe by
And sDo become yourGself
Because the pDast
is just a gAood-bye.
Teach your children well
Their father's hell
Will slowly go by
And feet them on your dreams
The one they picks
The one you'll know by.
DDon't you ever ask them Gwhy
It they told you, you will cDry
So just look at them and sGighA And know they lDove you.
And you, of the tender years
Can't know the fears
That your cloars grew by
And so please help them with youryouth
They seek the truth
Before they can die
Teach your parents well
Their children's hell
Will slowly go by
And feet them on your dreams
The one they picks
the one you'll know by.
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