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 
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 queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only [bad word] 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