No sense crying over spilt milk br That slowly grows sour. br For they are useless tears, my love br in every approaching hour. br br For who of us is without fault br And who of us can say br they've never cried over spilt milk br When it's come their way? br br The times are dark and lonely. br And nights become for me br time to repent my foolishness, br time for me to pray. br br Mistakes come along for everyone. br No one can escape them. br But always there's a chance to change, br not let them happen again. br br I believe in the goodness of people br who acknowledge their mistakes. br I look forward to each and everyone br who has suffered heartaches, br br Being free from the feeling of guilt br with promise in their eyes br To try hard to dry up the spilt milk br and come to a compromise br br to never let it take them down br or discourage trying again. br For what is life without error? br A place where when we die br we leave with regret for all that was left br because we did not try.