Sorrow
Father, can you hear me?How have I let you down?I curse the day that I was bornAnd all the sorrow in this worldLet me take you to the herding groundWhere all good men are trampled downJust to settle a bet that could not be wonBetween a prideful father and his sonWill you guide me now, for I can't seeA reason for the suffering and this long miseryWhat if every living soul could be upright and strongWell, then I do imagine
There will be sorrowYeah, there will be sorrowAnd there will be sorrow no more
When all soldiers lay their weapons downOr when all kings and all queens relinquish their crownsOr when the only true Messiah rescues us from ourselvesIt's easy to imagine
There will be sorrowYeah, there will be sorrowAnd there will be sorrow no more