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Scorn Not His Simplicity - Phil Coulter (菲尔·柯尔特)
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 want 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
