Calling Heaven, seeking mercy   Tell me there's a place for these   What of the children who have never felt a love   Tender as the morning, nursing the bruises   And the scars that never seem to go away      What of the babies who have never left the womb   Breathing in the lifeline, angels in waiting   Gone before they could be given wings to fly      Calling Heaven, seeking mercy   Tell me there's a place for these   What of the children who have never felt a love   Tender as the morning, nursing the bruises   And the scars that never seem to go away      What of the noble who are searching for the truth   With truest of intentions and yet they're jaded by   Hypocrisies behind cathedral walls      What of the humble and the meek that knew despair   And never got their moment   But sacrificed a life of comfort   So that others knew no pain      Calling Heaven, seeking mercy   Tell me there's a place for these   What of the children who have never felt a love   Tender as the morning, nursing the bruises   And the scars that never seem to go away      What of the ones who call you, Lord   But play the field   With faithless indecision   Forgive us, Father for we truly   Do not know what we have done      Calling Heaven, seeking mercy   Tell me there's a place for these   What of the children who have never felt a love   Tender as the morning, nursing the bruises   And the scars that never seem to go away