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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

FROM "THE BONGO MAN!"