Every now and then I get to dreaming. I've found victory in defeat seen a loser win. Saw joy in the midst of sorrow and seen sadness in the midst of sin. I seen monsters with hearts of gold and grown folk with feet of tin. I reckon everything that breathes is dyin' whether it got scale, feather, bark or skin. And we talk a lot about where we're goin' while tryin' to forget where we been. Maybe that's the big secret to happiness among temporary and mortal men. I've gone on a while now about this an' that and things beyond my own mortal kin. I guess I just get to dreaming but only every now and then.