I heard a little girls voice when I was free. Gleefully singing it sounded like she existed in the melody quite possibly she's freed. And the child's tune stuck in my head and it repeats. Because it reminds me of a moment where one acknowledges the nuance of how life can be completed.
In simple small things. We can all sing together. And then come together to acknowledge that same content. For you see, some things are the likes of which all we need. Harmony or ballad. Voice to remain, stuck ingrained, to stay and be happy.