And There Will Be Sorrow No More...

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