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One day that came upon me.

The darkest day that couldn't appear to have light.

The pounding of my heart overlaps the echoing of their cries.

I block out the figure that sits in front of me.

The strong, brown box.

Walking towards the soiled earth.

His new place to retire.

And all for the moment wishing me not to have

this appalling testimony.

Awaiting for this testimony to grow subdued.

And then the astonishing, but horrific sounds of cannons.

One after another.

19, 20, and then stopping at cannon number 21.

Gasping for air to my lungs.

Pleading for my tears not to run down my face.

I close my eyes to lock the tears away.

And suddenly I open my eyes.

And I finally found the breeze.

What theme is this?

A psalm enveloping my black depression.

Taking it all away.

Not gazing to where they were laying this powerful

influence to rest.

Every note took me to a different place.

One to the other side of the world.

Another to a rainforest.

Another to a home far away from mine.

A place where it didn't include where we were.

I've always wanted to go back to those pipes of resonance.

But now, what song should I hope for?