Fath er c an you hear me ?
How have I let you down ?
I curse the day tha t I was bor n
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 b e won
Between a prideful fathe r and his son
Will you guide me n ow, for I can 't see
A reason for the suffering and th is long m isery
What if every living s oul could be upright and strong
Well, then I do ima gine...
There will be so rrow
Yeah there will be so rrow
And there will be so rrow , no more
When all s oldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens re linquish their c rowns
Or when the only true mess iah rescues us from ours elves
It's e asy t o imag ine...
There will be so rrow
Yeah there will be so rrow
And there will be so rrow , no more
Solo (same as verse)
There will be so rrow
Yeah there will be so rrow
And there will be so rrow , no more
There will be so rrow
Yeah there will be so rrow
And there will be so rrow , no more