Karaoké God Help the Outcasts (Bette Midler) Le Bossu de Notre-Dame

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 and 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