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 picks, the one you'll know by.
-- Crosby, Stills, Nash
Tip: Apropos of Something
Posted by Vanderleun at May 31, 2004 9:49 AM