Tears of Rage

We carried you in our arms

On Independence Day

And now you'll throw us all aside

And put us all away

Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun

Could treat a father so?

To wait upon him hand and foot

Yet always answer, "No"

Tears of rage, tears of grief

Why must I always be the thief?

Come to me now, you know we're so low

And life is brief

It was all so very painless

When you ran out to receive

All that false instruction

Which we never could believe

And now the heart is filled with gold

As if it was a purse

But, oh, what kind of love is this

Which goes from bad to worse?

Tears of rage, tears of grief

Why must I always be the thief?

Come to me now, you know we're so low

And life is brief

We pointed you the way to go

And scratched your name in sand

Though you thought it was nothing more

Than a place for you to stand

I want you to know that while we watched

You discovered that no one would be true

That I myself was among the ones who thought

It was just a childish thing to do

Tears of rage, tears of grief

Why must I always be the thief?

Come to me now, you know we're so low

And life is brief