I don't know
if You can hear me
Or if You're
even there
I don't know
if You would listen
To a gypsy's
prayer
Yes I know
I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't
speak to You
Still I see
Your face and wonder
Were You once
an outcast too
God help the
outcasts
Hungry from
birth
Show them
the mercy they don't find on earth
God help my
people
They look
to You still
God help the
outcasts
Or nobody
will
I ask for wealth
I ask for
fame
I ask for
glory to shine on my name
I ask for
love I can possess
I ask for
God and His angels to bless me
I ask for nothing
I can get
by
But I know
so many
Less lucky
than I
Please help
my people
The poor and
down trod
I thought
we all were
The children
of God
God help the
outcast
Children of
God