Tears of Rage
Tears of Regret: Unraveling the Bittersweet Tale of Family Bonds
Lyrics
We carried you in our arms
We nurtured you with care and love.
On Independence Day,
On a significant day representing freedom.
And now you'd throw us all aside
Now you reject us and send us away.
And put us on our way.
Dismissing us from your life.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Addressing the daughter, questioning her treatment of the father.
Would treat a father so,
Expressing disappointment in how the daughter treats her father.
To wait upon him hand and foot
Waiting on the father devotedly but receiving rejection.
And always tell him, "No"?
Consistently denying and refusing.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Conveying strong emotions, a mix of anger and sorrow.
Why must I always be the thief?
Pondering why the singer is always cast as the villain.
Come to me now, you know
An invitation for reconciliation.
We're so alone
Emphasizing the loneliness of the situation and the fleeting nature of life.
And life is brief.
Highlighting the brevity of life and the urgency to reconcile.
We pointed out the way to go
Guiding and providing direction.
And scratched your name in sand,
Symbolic act of commitment, leaving a mark.
Though you just thought it was nothing more
The daughter misunderstands the significance, seeing it as merely a spot for her to stand.
Than a place for you to stand.
Emphasizing a lack of understanding or appreciation.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
Observing the daughter's realization that there is no one absolute truth.
You discover there was no one true.
Reflecting on the perception that the act was childish.
Most ev'rybody really thought
Reiteration of intense emotions, combining sorrow and regret.
It was a childish thing to do.
Pondering the recurring role of being perceived as the wrongdoer.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Repetition of the theme of emotional turmoil.
Must I always be the thief?
Pondering the role of being seen as the one at fault.
Come to me now, you know
Another call for reconciliation.
We're so low
Reiteration of the desperate situation and the briefness of life.
And life is brief.
Repeating the plea for reconciliation.
It was all very painless
Reflecting on the painlessness of the past.
When you went out to receive
Recalling a time when false teachings were willingly accepted.
All that false instruction
Questioning the nature of the received instructions.
Which we never could believe.
The heart now filled with something valuable but undesirable.
And now the heart is filled with gold
Metaphorically comparing the heart to a purse filled with gold.
As if it was a purse.
Expressing discontent with a love that deteriorates.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Questioning the nature of love that worsens over time.
Which goes from bad to worse?
Repetition of the theme of being perceived as a wrongdoer.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Reiteration of emotional turmoil and the role of the accused.
Must I always be the thief?
Pondering the recurring role of being seen as the thief.
Come to me now, you know
Another call for reconciliation.
We're so low
Reiteration of the desperate situation and the briefness of life.
And life is brief.
Final plea for reconciliation amid the brevity of life.
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