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
And you hear her cries

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

Friend of the poor

On the streets of L.A.
An old man lies in his cardboard home
He 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

Repeat Chorus

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

Repeat Chorus

Friend of the poor
Help me through the night
Help me in the fight

Repeat Chorus

Friend of the poor