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When she was younger she was always singing. She sang as she helped her mama in the kitchen, she sang to the animals her daddy helped to heal, she sang in church, she sang at school in music class and quietly to herself when she would do her maths.
Looking back Beth doesn’t remember a time in her life before the turn when there wasn’t music. Everyone had a song. Every person, every animal, every plant had a song because music was life. But back then noise didn’t mean death. It was just a constant. A reminder that you were not alone and back then she didn’t fear the living.
When she was young the world was bright and loud and full of music. The dead stayed dead and the living were not monsters to be feared. When she was young Beth always sang and she dreamed of a house with a white picket fence keeping the little ones who ran around the yard safe.
Now the world is dark and Beth no longer dreams of white picket fences. She knows that they will not protect her family. Beth no longer dreams she plans. She plans supply runs with Daryl, she plans how to make the fences stronger with rick, she plans how to stretch the food they have to last until the spring when they can hunt more.
Her life is no longer full of singing and laughter but she still believes that every living thing has a song. She hears them in the silent woods when she hunts and in the rare joke or smile from her family.
They all have a song and Beth still sings even if the words have changed. Her song is no longer as sweet and innocent as it once was, as she once was. Now it is cold and hard and sad but it is still a sweet melody no matter how dark the lyrics.