Scorn Not His Simplicity
See the childWith the golden hairYet eyes that snow the emptiness insideDo we knowCan we understand just how he feelsOr have we really tried
See him nowAs he stands aloneAnd watches children play a children's gameSimple childHe looks almost like the othersYet they know he's not the same
Scorn not his simplicityBut rather try to love him all the moreScorn not his simplicityOh noOh no
See him stareNot recognizing the kind faceThat only yesterday he lovedThe loving faceOf a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of
How she cried tears of happinessThe day the doctor told her it's a boyNow she cries tears of helplessnessAnd thinks of all the things he can't enjoy
Scorn not his simplicityBut rather try to love him all the moreScorn not his simplicityOh noOh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefullySurrounded by despairHe won't ask for your pity or your sympathyBut surely you should care
Scorn not his simplicityBut rather try to love him all the moreScorn not his simplicityOh noOh noOh no