God Help the Outcasts (Pop Version) Lyrics

Bette Midler

I don't know if You can hear me

Or if You're even there

I don't know if You would listen

To a gypsy's prayer

Yes, I know I'm 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 usFlee 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 they all were

The children of God