Lyrics
We carried you in our arms
We nurtured and cared for you since birth
On Independence Day
On a significant national day
And now you'd throw us all aside
Now you reject us and send us away
And put us on our way
Leaving us to find our own path
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Referring to the speaker's daughter
Would treat a father so
Treating her father with disrespect
To wait upon him hand and foot
Serving him diligently, but always refusing
Yet always answer, "no?"
Expressing a sense of rejection
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Emotional pain and sorrow
Why am I the one who must be the thief?
Questioning why the speaker must bear the burden
Come to me now, you know
Appealing for companionship and understanding
We're so alone
Feeling isolated and lonely
And life is brief
Life is short and precious
It was all pointed out, the way to go
Guidance was provided, a path was shown
And scratched your name in sand
Symbolically marking your presence
Though you just thought that it was nothing more
Considering it insignificant, just a spot for you
Than a place for you to stand
Realizing that it meant more than that
Now I want you to know that while you watched
Observing in your absence that there's no absolute truth
Discovered that there was no one true
The speaker believed it was a childish act
That I myself really thought
Reflecting on the innocence of the action
It was just a childish thing to do
Revisiting the perception as an adult
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Repetition of emotional distress
Why am I always the one who must be the thief?
Continued questioning of the unfair burden
Come to me now, you know
Reaching out for connection and understanding
We're so alone
Reiterating the sense of isolation
And life is brief
A reminder of life's fleeting nature
It was all very, very painless
The past seemed painless
When you ran out to receive
Receiving false guidance and teachings
All that false instruction
Instructions that were never believed
Which we never could believe
Heart now filled with something valuable
And now the heart is filled with gold
Comparing the heart to a purse, suggesting wealth
As if it was a purse
Questioning the nature of a deteriorating love
But oh, what kind of love is this
Describing a love that worsens over time
Which goes from bad to worse?
Reiteration of the burden of being the "thief"
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Repeating the theme of tears and grief
Why am I the always one who must be the thief?
Continued questioning of the unfair burden
Come to me now, you know
Appealing for companionship and understanding
We're so alone
Reiterating the sense of isolation
And life is brief
A reminder of life's fleeting nature
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