What of the children who have never felt a love
What of the children who have never felt a loveTender as the morningNursing the bruisesAnd the scars that never seem to go awayWhat of the babies who have never left the wombBreathing in the lifelineAngels in waiting goneBefore they could be given wings to flyCalling heavenSeeking mercyTell me there s a place for theseWhat of the noble who are searching for the truthWith truest of intentionsAnd yet they re jaded byHypocrisies behind cathedral wallsWhat of the humble and the meek that knew despairAnd never got their momentBut sacrificed a life of comfortSo that others knew no painCalling heavenSeeking mercyTell me there s a place for theseWhat of the ones who call you LordBut play the fieldWith faithless indecisionForgive us fatherFor we truly do not know what we have doneCalling heavenSeeking mercyTell me there s a place for these