Текст песни Bette Midler -  God Help The Outcasts   
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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