The sound of rain hitting the roof
Dulls out the pain of what's outside the room
Outside the window, outside the door
There are the innocents
There are the weak and poor
The hurt and bewildered
Just staring at the floor
They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
But all they really need is a little help from God
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need is a little help from God
The sound of wind hitting the trees
Drowns out the noise of what's inside of me
Inside my heart, inside my mind
There are the innocent
There are the weak and poor
The hurt and the bewildered
Just staring at the floor
They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
But all they really need is a little help from God
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need is a little help from God
And the pain pours out
And the words in their mouth
On a winter's night
Nowhere to be found
And the pain pours out
And the words in their mouth
On a winter's night
Nowhere to be found
They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
But all they really need is a little help from God
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need is a little help from God
They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
But all they really need is a little help from God
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need is a little help from God
They've been told they can't rise
They've been hurt, they've been despised
They've been torn, they have lied
They've been burned, they've been disguised
But all they really need
Oh all they really need
Oh all they really need
Is a little help from God
(End)