Scorn Not His Simplicity

Scorn Not His Simplicity
 See the child, with the golden hair, But eyes that show the emptiness inside
 Do we know, can we understand just how he feels, Or have we really tried
 See him now, as he stands alone and watches
 Children play a children's game
 Simple child, he looks almost like the others, Yet they know he's not the same
 Scorn not his simplicity, but rather try to love him all the more
 Scorn not his simplicity, Oh no, Oh no
 See him stare, not recognizing that kind face, That only yesterday he loved
 The loving face of a mother, who can't understand, What she's been guilty of
 How she cried, tears of happiness, The day the doctor told her:&quot
 It's a boy&quot
 Now she cries, tears of helplessness, And thinks of all the things he can't enjoy
 Scorn not his simplicity, But rather try to love him all the more
 Scorn not his simplicity, Oh no, Oh no
 Only he knows, how to face the future, Hopefully surrounded by despair
 He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy, But surely you should care
 Scorn not his simplicity, But rather try to love him all the more
 Scorn not his simplicity, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no