"I ask for nothing, I can get by,
But I know so many, less lucky than I.
Please help my people, the poor and downtrod.
I thought we all were the children of God.
God help the outcast children of God."
Your song doesn't just apply to misfits. We are all the outcast children from time to time. May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow. You're in my prayers at this moment.