Twenty Fourth Song
[For once, Lorne isn't in Caritas. Mostly because it's not opening time yet, but he felt like checking out the music room anyway. He hasn't been in here for a bit. He's playing on the piano again, his journal open next to him as he sings a little tune]
If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be,
Casting my net in the dark rolling sea;
And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore,
I'll throw it away and go fishing no more.
[He plays a little tinkling tune on the piano as he speaks]
Cheer up, cats and kittens, nothing in this place comes easy. Besides, we're all here, we're all alive and until the castle decides to spit us out like old chewing gum, we're all together. So instead of brooding on what we can't have, we should be grateful for the things we have. I don't know about you guys, but I've got a heck of a lot from where I'm standing.
If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be,
Casting my net in the dark rolling sea;
And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore,
I'll throw it away and go fishing no more.
[He plays a little tinkling tune on the piano as he speaks]
Cheer up, cats and kittens, nothing in this place comes easy. Besides, we're all here, we're all alive and until the castle decides to spit us out like old chewing gum, we're all together. So instead of brooding on what we can't have, we should be grateful for the things we have. I don't know about you guys, but I've got a heck of a lot from where I'm standing.