God Help the Outcasts (From "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 pray'r.
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you.
Still, I see you 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, they look to you still.
God, help the outcasts, or nobody will.
(Man: I ask for wealth)
(Woman: I ask for fame)
(Ensemble: I ask for glory to shine on my name)
(Woman: I ask for love)
(Ensemble: 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.