Father can you hear me?

How have I let you down?

I curse the day that I was born...

And all the sorrow in this world...



Let me take you to the hurting ground

Where all good men are trampled down

Just to settle a bet that could not be won

Between a prideful father and his son

Will you guide me now, for I can't see

A reason for the suffering and this long misery

What if every living soul could be upright and strong

Well, then I do imagine...



There will be Sorrow

Yeah there will be Sorrow

And there will be Sorrow, no more



When all soldiers lay their weapons down

Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns

Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves

It's easy to imagine...



There will be Sorrow

Yeah there will be Sorrow

And there will be Sorrow, no more