God Help The Outcasts
I don't know if you can hear meOr if you're even thereI don't know if you will listenTo a humble prayerThey tell me I am just an outcastI shouldn't speak to youStill I see your face and wonderWere you once an outcast, too?
God, help the outcasts, hungry from birthShow them the mercy they don't find on earthThe lost and forgotten, they look to you stillGod, help the outcasts or nobody will
I ask for nothing, I can get byBut I know so many less lucky than IGod, help the outcasts, the poor and downtrodI thought we all were the children of God
I don't know if there's a reasonWhy some are blessed, some notWhy the few you seem to favorThey fear us, flee us, try not to see us
God, help the outcasts, the tattered, the tornSeeking an answer to why they were bornWinds of misfortune, have blown them aboutYou made the outcasts, don't cast them outThe poor and unlucky, the weak and the oddI thought we all were the children of God