I don’t know if You can hear me
  Or if You’re even there
  I don’t know if You would listen
  To a humble prayer
  They tell me I am just an outcast
  I shouldn’t speak to You
  Still I see Your face an wonder
  Were You once an outcast too?
  
  God help the outcasts
  Hungry from birth
  Show them the mercy
  They don’t find on earth
  The lost and forgotten
  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’t know if there’s a reason
  Why some are blessed, some not
  Why the few You seem to favor
  They fear us
  Flee us
  Try not to see us
  
  God help the outcasts
  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 wie all were
  The children of God