Like a shot in the dark went your hallowed ground
Keep him well out of touch
And refused to let him go
I cannot see to your pain
I do not hear you complain
You are now but a dot in the pouring rain
Now he's bent to your stress
And it seems to suit you well
In his eyes the storm's surely rising up
You cannot turn this around
You have weighed him down
I can't stand in your place
It was all too good to be true
You never scream about it
You took a spirit young and whole
And turned the child to an old soul
You never screamed about it
You covet things that you don't own
You turned the child to an old soul