SCORN NOT HIS SIMPLICITY - PHIL COULTER
[]See the child, with the golden hair but[] eyes that show the emptyness 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 cant[] understand what she s been guilty of
[]How she cried, tears of happyness the day[] the doctor told her its 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.
[SOLO]
[]Only he, knows how to face the future[] hopefully surrounded by dispair.
[]He wont ask, for your pity or your[] sympathy but surly you must care.
[]Scorn not[] his simplicity but[] rather try to love him all the more,
[]Scorn not[] his simplicity oh[] no,oh[] no,oh[] no
