After hearing the noise of a loud explosion, which caused senseless destruction and death:
I want to hear birds sing.
I want to hear my grandchildren's laughter.
I want to hear my husband's snoring.
I want to hear the cicadas and crickets chirping on a warm Oklahoma night.
I want to hear the noise of a crowd whooping and hollering at a rodeo.
I want to hear the bands playing in a parade.
I want to hear loud cheering at O. U. football games.
I want to hear the noise of my co-workers typing on their word processors.
I want to hear the organ and piano playing at my church.
I want to hear people walking along the streets of Oklahoma City laughing and talking, not their cries of anguish and despair.