sorrow by bad religion

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 prideful 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 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 all queens relinquish their crown
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves

and there will be sorrow, and there will be sorrow no more.