PART III

Now the spirit heard it spoken many times
And he had always paid attention
But this killing of ones neighbor
Was something he had never heard mentioned

But as he neared the earth
Of a recent battleground
From among the ruins
He once more heard the sound

It was a single cello playing
A forgotten Christmas song
And even on that battlefield
The song somehow belonged

And as he flew away
The spirit did take note
That where he found this music played
One always could find hope