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



God help the outcasts

The Children of God