God Help the Outcasts - The Hunchback of Notre Dame

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 down trod

I thought we all were the children of God

God help the outcasts

Children of God