we carried you in our arms on independence day and now you d 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 and always tell him no tears of rage tears of grief why must i always be the thief come to me now you know we re so alone 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 alone and life is brief we pointed you the way to go and scratched your name in sand though you just thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand i want you to know that while we watched you discovered 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 alone and life is brief1