The Child's Right

See cold water falling
Across this child’s face
This ground will open up to him
And swallow his disgrace
He will go down there and suffer
Yeah he’ll suffer like a lamb
Yeah his suffering is holy
But his innocence is damned
Yeah his innocence is damned
A cruel fire is calling
This child to his grave
Now he will wander pointlessly
Where no memories are saved
Now history is buried
Deep beneath the ground
No he never burned with pain or joy
And he’ll never make a sound
No he’ll never make a sound
No he’ll never make a sound