The Child’s Right - Swans

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