god help the outcasts

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

i prefer life in the darkness

but love would lead us thru

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 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 them

flee them

try not to see them

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