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**