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
But, 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
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 posses
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 downtrod
I thought we all were
The Children
of God
