Scorn Not His Simplicity

See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that snow the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really triedSee 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 sameScorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh noSee him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty ofScorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh noOnly 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 careScorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no