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 am 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, will 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 Lord and His Angels to bless me
I ask for nothing, I can get by But I know so many less lucky than I Listen my people, the poor and downtrod I thought we all were the children of God God help the outcasts, children of God
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