Till The Hearts Powder Is Dry

Tears tender drop every day Till the hearts powder is dry Looking to forgive all the things we do It's then we inflict our own bruises too. Oh, some days We're all counting down the days With a bottle, I'm trying to forget you! But oh holy Mary, what can I do. If those arms of forgiveness Passed on before I found my faith in your arms It's all I can do not to slit my wrists, When these memories are like wraiths. Oh tears tender tears drop every day Till the hearts powder is dry Oh mother rock my cradle Keep me from all those awful harms I do. Oh, some days When it's quiet and peaceful I pray I'll find my way to forgiving and forgiveness And I'll love you again just as injudiciously As I did as I, as I, as I did, when I first met you.