The cliffs are the edges of paper-- br br That time has torn away... br br Eroded rock-solid paper... br br Jagged reminders of yesterday; br br br Once a diary of stone-hearted entries-- br br Surfaced as hardened clay... br br But worn away from the Springtime downpours... br br And collapsed in Wayfarers Bay; br br br Pages and pages of dogeared cliffs... br br Hanging with no support in mid air... br br Rock solid words of our ending--- br br Oh, the stories the sailors do bear; br br br Longings from eternities upon the ocean... br br Needs that we all have been known to share...