I don't know if you can hera me

Or if you're even there

I don't konw if you will listen

To a humble prayer

They tell me I am just an outcast

I shouldn't speak to you

Still I see Your face and wonder

Were You once an outcast too

God help the outcasts

Hungry from birth

Show them the mercy

The don't find on earth

The lost and fotgotten

they look to You still

God help the outcasts

Or nobody will

I ask for nothing

I can get by

But I know so many

Less lucky than I

God help the outcasts

The poor and downtrod

I thought we all were

The children of God

I don's know if there's a reason

Why some are blessed, some not

Why the few You seem th favor

They fear us

Flee us

Try not to see us

God help the outcats

The tattered, the torn

Seeking an answer

To why they were born

Winds of misfortune

Have blown them about

You made the outcasts

Don't cast them out

The poor and unlucky

The weak and the odd

I thought we all were

The children of God