Testo God Help The Outcasts

I don't know if You can hear meOr if You're even thereI don't know if You will listenTo a humble prayerThey tell me I am just an outcastI shouldn't speak to YouStill I see Your face and wonderWere You once an outcast too?God help the outcastsHungry from birthShow them the mercyThey don't find on earthThe lost and forgottenThey look to You stillGod help the outcastsOr nobody willI ask for nothingI can get byBut I know so manyLess lucky than IGod help the outcastsThe poor and downtrodI thought we all wereThe children of GodI don't know if there's a reasonWhy some are blessed, some notWhy the few You seem to favorThey fear usFlee usTry not to see usGod help the outcasstThe tattered, the tornSeeking an answerTo why they were bornWinds of misfortuneHave blown them aboutYou made the outcastsDon't cast them outThe poor and unluckyThe weak and the oddI thought we all wereThe Children of God