Churchyard Ghost

When they ask her how she feels
She don't know if it's all real
Stumble blindly through the trees
Scrape her hands and scrape her knees
Like a ghost, she wanders far
Through the house into the yard
Sees herself in broken glass
Up to Heaven, she moves fast
Find her pieces up above
Show her mercy; show her love
When they ask her how she feels
Down below, she only kneels