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