Spiritual life

If you want to know,
Then walk amongst the cliffs
And see the gulls in flight
And wonder why,
Why the cliffs are now
Carved in,
And after millions have now been
There's a walker on the side
And the narrow cliffs not wide,
And the child is slipping by
And the gulls above do spy
Do spy the people running wild.
If you come by cliffs 
today,
Come and hear what God does say
To the walkers on the side
Just slipping by
Just slipping by

Come by cliffs
Come by cliffs, this way