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 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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
