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 prediful 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 image


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


Where all soldiers lay their weapons down,
Or when all kings and all queens rilinquesh 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 be sorrow,
no more