Chelsea: 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 We look to you, still God help the outcasts Or nobody will
Parishioners: I ask for wealth I ask for fame I ask for glory to shine on my name I ask for love I can possess I ask for God and His angels to bless me
Chelsea: I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I Please help us outcasts The poor and downtrod I thought we all were The children of God God help the outcasts Children of God
