For the nobodies

Lord, for the nobodies, I'll pray my prayer
For those who fail, for those who come too late
For those who strive and yet are never known
Overshadowed as they are by all the great

Lord, I would not have beauty, wealth nor wit
Kingdoms I would not, nor great tracts of land
Rather I would a heart to know my friends
Eyes to see, a friend to understand

Lord, as thou hearest such a child as I
Writer of this unlettered trivial song
Help me some day to be a somebody
That I may help the nobodies along