For Wabbit and her Friends
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.
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.
Could I 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
Could I be walking higher?
Could I be right beside her?
Could I be walking higher?
-Walking Higher, Heather Nova