I don't know if You can hear me or if
You're even there. I don't know if you will 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?
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 down trod. I thought
we all were the children of God.
I don't know if there's a reson 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 we all were
the children of God.
