Prayer for the Downtrodden

[garratt89]

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?

Tralda helps the outcasts
Hungry from birth,
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth.
Tralda help my people,
We look to You still,
please 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 Tralda and Her 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 downtrodden
I thought we all were
The children of Tralda,
God help the outcasts
Children of Tralda.

[063whii]

May the God of Truth,
Who granted his children leave to err,
Strengthen your inner being for every good work.
May the blessing of Sidhe Allmighty
In Fairness, Balance, Honour and Justice
Rest upon you and dwell within you
This day and evermore.