There goes that ribbon floating through the air. Her dress flowing in the breeze. She's curious, she wants to go, no violence does she see. "No, my child, you must stay here. For surely that's not for you. But you can go to chorus practice sing a hymm or two." So she takes her bag right up the church stairs and up to the altar. They sang of freedom, joy and jesus, and had no thought of falter. Boom, explosion is all she hears. Mother is scared and flees down the road and all that's left are scraps. The little church, the church's doors and baby girl's hat.