Sorrow (Acoustic)

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

Won't 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

And 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 true messiah rescues us from ourselves

It's easy to imagine

There will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow no more

No more

There will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow

No more

And there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow

No more

No more