She's a flower full of scent She blooms then wilts regret Selling roses at the gates Every petal to their fate She's heady with laments Of resentment and repent Envy green are her eyes To the lovers so blind As the day passes Your face is etched in pain You talk of her everyday She's the name you engrave Into the ground of your plate The copper slowly burns The acid eats away You forgive her mistakes With the prints that you make As the day passes She cradled and she wept Held his picture to her chest Fragments of the times The times remembered best The prisoner bides his time When will Mary write Some truth from her pen That their love has died? As the day passes As the day passes A soldier amends his words And polishes the dirt There's a letter on its way Saves his mother from the hurt Holds a vigil by her fire Many hours she'll pray A shrine to her boy He'll be home one day As the day passes Oh As the day passes As life passes by your eyes There's nowhere else to look To forgive is not a crime To became its dark You only wish enough of time So you can make it up So as the day passes Oh as the day passes