I don’t know if you can hear me.
Or if you’re even there.
Idon’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 and 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 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 the outcast, children of God.