I don't know if you can hear,
Or if you're even there.
I don't know if you woudl listen,
To a Gypsy's prayer.
Yes, i knwo i'm just an outcast,
I shouldn't speak to you.
Still, I look at your face and wonder,
Where you once an outcast, too?
God help the outcasts,
Hungry from birth.
Show them the mercy,
They dont' find on Earth.
god help my People,
We pray to you, still.
God help the outcasts,
We pray to you, still.
(Other People)
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 then I.
Please help my people,
The poor and downtrod,
I though we all where,
The children of god.
God help the Outcasts,
Children of God.
-God Help The Outcasts From The Hunchback Of Notredam
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