Down Our Spines

It is hard to talk to the goners
We could only pay the respect with silence
the language we think they are going to get used to
Or perhaps souls have better way saying something else
through hearts that beat like any of us then suddenly stopped for eternity
through clouds where they came off and are going up to
through colors not just black and white
perhaps a lot of blue into the heaven
a lot of tears from the sea
That's how we get connected
down our spines