"Scorn Not His Simplicity" lyrics

"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 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


Writer(s): Phil Coulter
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