Ode to the Hunchback

I want to know how
The Hunchback felt,
Up in Notre Dame;
Did anyone ever really care?
Did they ever wonder
Who rang the bell?
I have my doubts;
It's a question,
Racing through my head:
Did he know what it was like
To live?

I'm wishing,
And waiting,
But it won't come true;
Because not everyone
Can live happily ever after;
How else would the lucky ones
Know how happy they truly were?
The Hunchback of
Notre Dame,
In his silent church;
He didn't hate them;
So what did he feel?
I wanted to cry for him;

This isn't my style,
I usually rhyme,
But a Notre Dame Hunchback
deserves this poem;
And rhymes certainly aren't
For him;
God Bless the Outcasts,
Is all I can think;
The poor Hunchback,
I can't remember his name;
I shouldn't even be writing this poem,
I don't think;
Maybe it doesn't matter
What his name is;
Just as long as somebody cares;
And I do -
Care, that is.