Beachy Head

There is a high cliff on the South Coast of England where, each year, people have ended their lives by

driving over the edge.

Here at my feet

The metal remains

Of hopes that died in the air

Here at my feet

Salt water washes over despair

Was it for fear of the future

Was it for guilt of the past

And where are the souls

Oh the sea doesn't know

And where are the souls

Oh the rocks cannot say

And where are the souls

God only knows, how you're feeling today

Here in my head

I see an eagle that flies into the sun

Here in my head I say a prayer

That You'd save the next one

Is there no-one to watch over this place

To pray this evil away

Looking up at cliffs so white

Shadows in this evening light

Looking up at sky so blue

I can only think of You

Of You