Chorus:
“Come to the cliff,” she said. “Come. Lift up your head.
Let go of your fear and trust what you hear. Come to the cliff,” she said.
“You can fly. You can fly. You can spread your wings in the sky.
Feed your soul. Feel your wholeness. Come to the cliff,” she said.

He knew he was living a lie.
His life force was starting to die.
“How long must I wait before I feel safe?”
“Come to the cliff,” she said.

He stood watching the ground.
He worried, fretted, and frowned.
“What will people say? Will I find my way?”
“Come to the cliff,” she said.
When you’ve come to the edge of all that you know and you still have
faith to try,
You can trust that you’ll land with both feet on the ground or else be
taught to fly.

Chorus

He kept his joys in a cage,
then wondered at his grief and his rage.
“Who will I be if I set my joys free?”
“Come to the cliff,” she said.
He heard a voice in his heart say, “Now! It is time to start.”
He unfolded his wings and started to sing.
“You’ve come to the cliff,” she said.
“When you’ve come to the edge of all that you know and you still have
faith to try,
you can trust that you’ll land with both feet on the ground or else be
taught to fly.”

Chorus:
“Come to the cliff,” she said. “Come. Lift up your head.
Let go of your fear and trust what you hear. Come to the cliff,” she said.
“You can fly. You can fly. You can spread your wings in the sky.
Feed your soul. Feel your wholeness. Come to the cliff,” she said.
“You can fly. You can fly.
You can spread your wings in the sky.
Feed your soul. Feel your wholeness.
Come to the cliff,” she said.
“Come to the cliff,” she said.