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