I don't know if you can hear me,
or if your'e even there
I don't know if you would listen
to a gypsy's pray'r
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
Chorus:
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 posess
I ask for God and his people to bless me
I ask for nothing I can get by
But I know so many less lucky than I
God help the outcasts, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God
I thought we all were the children of God
**Elise**
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