Upon the cliffs she stands
Waiting for her lover
Ships may come and go
But she searches for another
Her love has sailed away
She feels alone; deserted
He promised to return
But time seems mean: perverted
Days flow into long weeks
Months take flight as well
Here she stands: sweet; meek
Living in her own peculiar hell
She knows he meant each word
Felt his love; as close he held her
Yet here alone she stands; dear Lord
He swore his oath to heaven; no answer
Comes now from his lips; only silence
His warm breath she felt upon her skin
Together they worshipped; in reverence
Soon she will no longer be alone
For a new life grows beneath her breast
But for this sin of love she must atone
Before the Lord she kneels; soul at rest
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