Lyrics
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
We supported you on Independence Day.
And now you throw us all aside and put us all away
Now you reject and discard us.
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat her father so
Expressing disappointment in a daughter who mistreats her father.
To wait upon him hand and foot, yet always tell him no
Serving diligently, yet facing constant rejection.
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Emotional reactions of anger and sorrow.
Why must I always be the thief
Questioning the role of being the 'thief' in the relationship.
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
Calling for companionship in a time of loneliness.
And life is brief
Highlighting the brevity of life.
It was all so very painless when you ran out to receive
Reflecting on the ease of receiving false teachings.
All that false instruction which we never could believe
Expressing disbelief in the received instructions.
And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse
The heart is metaphorically filled with gold, perhaps materialism.
But, oh, what kind of love is this which goes from bad to worse
Questioning the nature of a love that deteriorates.
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Reiteration of the emotional turmoil, combining rage and grief.
Why must I always be the thief
Pondering the recurring role of being the 'thief' in relationships.
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
Seeking solace in the face of isolation.
And life is brief
Reiterating the fleeting nature of life.
We pointed you the way to go and scratched your name in sand
Guiding and investing in someone who dismisses it as insignificant.
Though you just thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand
The person misunderstands guidance as a mere place to stand.
I want you to know that while we watched you discover no one would be true
Watching as the person discovers the lack of true relationships.
That I myself was among the ones who thought it was just a childish thing to do
Admitting personal misunderstanding, considering it childish.
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Revisiting the theme of emotional turmoil with rage and grief.
Why must I always be the thief
Questioning the recurring role of being a 'thief' in relationships.
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
Appealing for companionship in times of solitude.
And life is brief
Reiterating the transient nature of life.
Comment