On the Cliff - Mesparrow

On my way to the cliff I met an old man

Tall, smart, pretty bright a real gentleman

We shared a few words, well, deep thoughts in fact

And suddenly rang a bell when he put his hand on mine

I followed his look, staring at the horizon

Where I could nearly read his past and story line

As the sun was turning the sea into a blank mirror of lights

Voices coming from the sky were telling me to dive

Or maybe the cotton clouds convincing me that I could fly

But in my old man’s hands, and in my old man’s arms

I could finally find my feet digging in the ground

But in my old man’s eyes and in my old man’s voice

I could finally understand that my whole life had just started

When the rain pretends to be made of tears

And the wind whispers that life is a lie

If you find the strength to climb up to the top of the hill

Then you have the power to start a new life relieved