Wednesday, October 4, 2006

A Little Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young for Lunch

You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can liveby
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well,
Theirfather's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The 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 loveyou.
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 picked, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
if they toldyou, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.

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