love the one you're with

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 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 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 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 love you.

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CROSBY STILLS & NASH