switchfoot
sorrow
Father,can you hear me? How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in the world,  Let me take you to the herding ground, Where all good men are trampled down, Just to settle a bet that could not be won, Between a prediful father and his son Well you guard me now for I can't see, A reason for this suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well, then I do image  There will be sorrow Yeah there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow, no more  Where all soldiers lay their weapons down, Or when all kings and all queens rilinquesh their crown, 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 be sorrow, no more