Shaun’s Grandad on Autism
Shaun’s Grandad on Autism
What’s wrong with me?
Is a cry from the heart
By a little boy caught
In a medical mystery
The stares, the scowls, the smiles
Are cruelly blinded to me
For the windows to peoples souls
Are cruelly blinded to me
What’s tearing my mind apart?
What’s doing this? my plea!
Torment and anguish, forever fraught
In God’s name please help me.
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