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
There will be (sorrow) Yeah there will be (sorrow) And there will be sorrow no more
Yeah there will be (sorrow) Yeah there will be (sorrow) And there will be sorrow no more
