On the African plains
A young mother weeps
For her hungry child
She prays he'll survive
With tear filled eyes
She looks up to heaven and
Calls your name
She pours out her pain
You know her name
You hear her cries

Friend of the poor
Help me through the night
Help me in the fight
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor
Take these skin and bones
Make this heart a home
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor

On the streets of LA
An old man lies in his cardboard home
And feels so alone
With tear stained eyes
He looks up to heaven and
Prays a prayer
Is there anyone there
You know his name
And you hear his cries
Friend of the poor
Help me through the night
Help me in the fight
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor
Take these skin and bones
Make this heart a home
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor

Its getting dark
It's getting late
It's cold outside the rich man's gate
And I am wondering
Do you have any friends around here

Who are friends of the poor
To help me through the night
Help me in the fight
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor
Take these skin and bones
Give this heart a home
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor
Ohh ohh
Help me through the night
Help me in the fight
Oh friend of the poor
Help me through the night
Help me in the fight
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor
Take these skin and bones
Give this heart a home
Come to my rescue
Friend of the poor