Gem: I'm sitting here bawling from this. Told from Ruby's point of view about my OC Gem. I own nothing as far as copyrights go. Grab a tissue before reading this.

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 gypsie's prayer

She had never been a big believer in any faith; but still, this song always made her wonder about herself. The girl singing was dressed in Gypsy clothing and had a too-knowing look in her eyes.

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?

She couldn't help but stare. The troupe was actually a bunch of outcasts and she had never realized it. Three of the boys had a hard home life before they became part of the troupe, one had no clue on if he once had a home, and the girl singing was now her friend but was an outcast due to her hatred of the entire noble class.

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth

She never had the mercy given to her and she could see it now; why had she ever fought with her friend? They could have used each other as leaning posts when the others refused.

God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

Was there even a god? She knew the other believed due to too much evidence against the denial of a higher power. No one had ever bothered to help any of them except for one person but what did he consider helping as? Her troupe was mainly thieves except for her and her friend. At least, she hoped that the other girl had never been a thief. She knew the next part of the song since it was sung many times by both.

I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess

She didn't want wealth; it caused too many problems. Fame she had as an actress and having to occasionally keeping her brothers in line. Did she want glory? No not really if the girl in front of her was any clue. Those eyes had been happier once with the innocence of childhood hanging on into the girl's mid-teens.

Love? Maybe, if they both ever admitted it out loud to each other, she could have the love of her life by her side. Her and her one brother just had to admit that it no longer was a sibling relationship.

I ask for God and His angels to bless me

By now, the girl had gathered a crowd. They seemed more worried about the girl falling off the railing she was standing on than the look in her eyes. She moved forward and stood herself on the railing next to her friend. They watched her easily walk over to her friend and take her hands. She was confident that neither one of them would fall. She started the last verse along with her friend.

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I

The troupe had come out of the hideout and was watching them in addition to the other people who had gathered. Both girls knew people less lucky than themselves and knew that they would always be able to get by.

Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God

By now, both girls were crying openly as they sang. Why should they not be treated as human beings just because they were in between a rock and a hard place? She looked at the people gathered; they were all outcasts in one way or another and yet, the very people she had originally snubbed were now a big part of her life.

"Why did I ever fight with you?" she asked as two of her brothers came over.

The girl didn't respond but leaned towards a boy who was also her brother.

"We didn't find mercy with the class we were born in. We found it in each other and later than we should have. God showed us both mercy and no matter what the nobles say, everyone is a child of God."