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