God Help the Outcasts

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
 Still I see your face and wonder
 Were you once an outcast too?
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 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 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 than I
 Please help my people
 The poor and down trod
 I thought we all were the children of God
 God help the outcasts
 Children of God