Cry Over

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?