God Help The Outcasts - Bette Midler

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

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 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 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