God Help The Outcasts Lyrics - 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 down trod 

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