Scorn not his simplicity

See the child with the golden hair
Yet 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 the 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 it's a boy
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 must care

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no, Oh no

-- Phil Coulter