The voice sang a few more lines and then stopped.

Her voice sang for me the way it always had.

A huge voice sang in the silence, but she could not understand the words.

"You've got to find your own way, no matter what people may say," a young girl's voice sang.

Because they could not get the voices to sing them: that was why.

The voice sang within him, filling with power and purpose.

A place where Roger's voice still sang pure and strong.

"Which they didn't need," said the man whose voice sang death.

And as if in answer, from down below, coming up the road out of the valley, voices sang: A!

The voices sang in a great chorus, but the air around them was still.