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 Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to you Still I see your face and wonder Were you once an outcast too
I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I God help the outcasts The poor and down trod 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 favour 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 we all were The children of God...