Midler Bette God Help The Outcasts lyrics

Midler Bette
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God Help The Outcasts
I dont know if you can hear me,
Or if you're even there,
I dont 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 and wonder,
Were you once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They dont 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
Yet 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 dont 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
Dont cast them out.

The poor and unlucky
The weak and the odd
I thought we all were
The children of God.