The Edge of the Headlands
At the edge of the headland, sits a man
Pain swims through his mind
It took an hour to climb, but just a moment in time
To leave his impression in the sand
Laying in wait, he cries out in pain
Calling out to his beloved Lorraine
A year to the day, to his dismay
She left them the very same way
Walking the beach, their boy finds the man
He reaches out grabbing his hand
“Listen to me Son,” says the man “Don’t do what I have done”
As he Drifts off to the Midnight Sun
Many years have passed, since time met its match
At the cliffs of the headlands that day
The boy, now all grown, with a son of his own
Will always make time for a catch
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