Children of God

I don't know if you can hear me,
or if you're even there...
I don't know if you would listen to my prair

Yes, I know i'm just an outcast,
I schouldn't speek to you...
Still I see your face and wonder,
were you ones an outcast too?

God help the outcast,
hungry from birth...
Show them the murcy,
They don't find on earth...

Pleace help those people,
the poor and down trowed...
I thought we all were the children of God...

I ask for nothing,
I can get by...
But I know so many, less lucky then I...

God help the outcast,
they look to you still...
God help the outcast,
when nobody will...

© Copyright Nicole vd S.