Scorn Not Her Simplicity

I saw this on Mowatwilson.org and I wanted to share. I didn't write this myself!

See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how she feels
Or have we really tried

See her now
As she stands alone
And watches children play a children's game
Simple child
She looks almost like the others
Yet they know she's not the same

Scorn not her simplicity
But rather try to love her all the more
Scorn not her simplicity
Oh no Oh no

See her stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday she 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 girl
Now she cries tears of helplessness
And thinks of all the things she can't enjoy

Scorn not her simplicity
But rather try to love her all the more
Scorn not her simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

Only she knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
She won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care

Scorn not her simplicity
But rather try to love her all the more
Scorn not her simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no