The news was out and another missing boy
his last location unknown
but someone knew where last he’d been
where the willoughby winds have always blown
In winters cold or summer’s rains in
autumn’s generous red maple leaves
there’s always a danger on the rocky cliffs
anyone that’s been up there believes
He was last seen on a rainy morn his mom
his brothers were wondering
where was he when the winds blow high
and happenstance comes blundering
The high granite cliffs the long trails to the top
did he say he was going up there ?
when will he be home and is it getting dark ?
so many questions to share
And the days go by as the search goes on
when was he last seen ? …….did he plan at all ?
how many days do we wait how many
hours before we make the call ?
It’s willoughby’s cliffs that claims another life
did he fall or did he just decide
and who will ever find the answer until
the winds of willoughby’s cliffs subside
Today they carried him out to the silent out to the aggrieved
so young and a life so lost
his mom and dad went down on bended knees
a family bares the final cost
And so the winds of willoughby blow on and on
at the bottom the lake is blue
one more life is lost to the winds on the cliffs
so young that boy we knew