I don't know if you can here 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 should 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
Please help my people, we 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
Help my people, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were children of God
God, help the outcasts
Children of....
God.....
