Note: Quasimodo is in the Notre Dame.

I came down from the bell – tower.

And in a moment I was frozen to the floor.

The moment took my breath away for a second.

That voice.

I heard it very loudly.

That means…

That means that…

She was here…

And she was speaking in a special way.

She was… Praying.

I don't know if you can hear me,

Or if you're even there…

The words filled my heart.

I was ravished.

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.

Wow.

I felt a tear came out of my eye.

What she was praying was true.

I agreed with her.

Why?

Well, the reason was very personally.

Nobody looked at me.

Because they didn't know that I exist.

And If they knew, they would humiliate me.

Just because I was different.

I was also an outcast.

Frollo hated me.

He didn't say it, but I felt it.

I knew it. He didn't like me.

But I had to obey him.

He was a judge.

And what was I?

I was a stupid hunchback with a hump.

God help the outcasts,

The children of God.

I thought we all were,

The children of God.

And also that was true.

I had to go on.

Cause I knew that God would be there for me.

Always.