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 herding ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between the prideful father and his son Won't 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