Walking higher

I carry you with me,
a ghost inside
and in these shattered arms,
you’re still alive.
i carry you with me,
a holy shrine
and dogs and angels follow
right behind.
And could i be walking higher,
could i be right beside her ? .
The bones they buried,
will feed the trees
but every word you ever spoke,
is still in me.
And couldi be walking higher,
could i be right beside her ? .
And i will feel for you in the music,
and i will send that river home.
and i will cry for you sometimes,
when the night is down.
and i raise my head up to the mountains,
talk to the birds and i fly,
’cause the spirit lives on,
when the body dies.
And could i be walking higher,
could i be right beside her?
could i be walking higher,
could i be right beside her?