THE TEARS IN OUR FOUNDING FATHERS EYES
There are tears of joy,
and there are tears of pride,
and tears for those who have died.
Now tears of anger fill my eyes,
brought on by a tyrant’s lies.
Never did I ever think to live to see,
such a terrible loss to Liberty.
Like a thief in the night it struck,
and robbed us of our fame,
and who is there to blame?
Too many chose the easy way,
without a thought of the ultimate pay.
Now whose cries are there,
for they who had not a care?
The free ride is over and the “green, green grass of home”
is dry and burnt.
When we are gone, who will there be to shed a tear for us?
The tears in our Fathers eyes?Tags: Precious tears