Father, can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born,
And all the sorrow in the world

Let me take you to the herding 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

Well you guard me now for I can’t see,
A reason for this 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 crown,
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

There will be
Sorrow
Yeah there will be
Sorrow
And there will be
Sorrow, no more