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
See him smile, not recognizing
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
Sky and night, this simplicity of
night
Only he knows how to face the future,
hopefully surrounded by despair.
You 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
Scorn not his simplicity,
but rather try to love him all the more
Scarna, his simplicity, oh no
Mmm, oh no