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Scorn Not His Simplicity

The New Seekers

Flashback: The Best of the New Seekers

2007

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

Scorn Not His Simplicity

Sinéad O'Connor

Universal Mother

1994

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

by scorn
All too many times is the innocent hurt by the violent pious; the self-claimed righteous
Marshalled by a contemptuous manic. Victims, forlorn

Some 500 years have now passed, yet in the past
I'm still finding the keys to the questions that I ask.
I'm only one great son, son of the great

control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith

A descendant of Abram

cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous
Though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name
That my pops chose for

my name, cause I'm hear your scorn!

A scorn universe nestled somewhere in time
A smoldering scum!
 
No warnings, no signs
Judgment day

Oh time is out of sight

I'm close to veering off the road
And no one seems to know
I'm just going for the ride, but all my friend just passed me by
So

Icyomorthos
Icyomorthos

Tyrannical by nature
A hellish swarm abandoned by our god
A volcano built to scorn the earth

Bring insectile horror

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

you by)
Today may not be my day but tomorrow will never lack
(Passed you by)
Watch me as I ride this wave home darlin'
(Passed you by)
Feel me as I

and scorn 
I'd wonder why I had to blindly abide 
By a society in which I never actually asked to be born 
And they detested me 
That's why my first day

Ya heart feeling sore
Ya mind cant more
Ya coat, suitcases, and all ya luggage sitting by the door
Last look over your shoulder, ask you are you sure

Guilty from the womb you were torn
They kept you illequipped and uninformed. United we stand with hand in form
Delusion of those who proffer scorn

the children died by gas
Hand towards the sun
Send your silent S.O.S.

Mother mourns her passed son
Raped and thrown in dirt
She just wants to scream
And screams

I am a young maiden, my story is sad

For once I was carefree and in love with a lad

He courted me sweetly by night and by day

But now he has left

Renaissance; rebirth
No time to mourn
He finds his way his sorrows reborn
He finds his way from sentinel's scorn
Along the way he finds his path

I call upon you
As I crash into flames
And I call your name
I die before you
In misery
The last mistake
I'll ever make
So we burnt our bridges
By

and I'm amazed by the trap
And it changes, rearranges each and every day
And there ain't much guidance here, no breadcrumbs lead the way
Sometimes I feel

you'll get by
'Cause that passed and so will this

That passed and so will this
That passed and so will this
That passed and so will this
That passed

here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It

Revealing silent tragedies 
I carry the word, just unmistakable Where lies spark bitter hate, in days so grey and old Know, all your scorn is just like salt

I Have a Song to Sing, O!

Peter, Paul and Mary

Peter, Paul and Mommy

1969

I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng-o

It's the song

gotta take these
Moments by the horns or it’s me that I’ll scorn
Envision me alive at 50 yet it’s me that I mourn
Waking up every morn ignoring why I was