Through the warm summer morning, In the distance I hear the faint sound of a train, passing along... To who knows where!

With it's wheels clicking along the track, the whistle sounded, echoing off in the distance...

In the distance, I hear the train, Engine Roaring as it passes through the small town.

In the distance, I hear the whistle become softer as the engine's noise became nothing but a soft purr.

In the distance.....

I heard silence.

...

And something in the afternoon I heard the faint screams of little children.