See the child with the golden hair
can we understand just how he feels
and watches children play a
he looks almost like the others,
yet they know he's not the same
Score not his simplicity,
but rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity,
not recognizing that kind face
that only yesterday he loved
The loving face of a mother
what she's been guilty of
How she cried tears of happiness
Now she cries, tears of helplessness
and thinks of all the things he
Scorn not his simplicity,
but rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity,
Only he knows how to face the future,
hopefully surrounded by despair.
He won't ask for your pity
but surely you should care.
Scorn not his simplicity,
but rather try to love him
Scorn not his simplicity,