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?
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.
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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 downtrod,
I thought we all were
the children of God.
God help the outcasts,
children of God.