Tears of Rage - Take 1

We carried you in our arms
On Independence day
And now you throw us all aside
And put us on our way
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, no
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you so it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now, I want you to know that while you watched
You discover there was no one true
That I myself remember now
It was a just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one who must be the thief
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief
It was all very painless
When you went 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 am I always the one who must be the thief
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief