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Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born...
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 be won
Between a prideful father and his son
Will 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
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more