Dear Exceptional sons
Of American Daughters
What do you cry for
If not the way
All our fates were sown
So long ago
Before we were formed
Born to control
What do you cry over
If not these things
Tell me all of your thoughts
What ties your stomach into knots
What are tears for
If not the way
We're trying to turn
With all our screws
So tightened
By unseen hands
We invited in
And lies we believed
What do you cry over
If not these things
A wise man fears
Losing what they love
It all becomes clear
When the lights come up
What do you cry over
If not these things?