Paddy Reilly Scorn Not His Simplicity
See the child
With the golden hair
And 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 you 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
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
When she thinks of 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
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 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
