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?

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 downtrod.
I thought we all were
The children of God.
God help the outcasts,
Children of God!

Children of God!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Laurence Schwartz, Alan Irwin Menken
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