I plucked a hair from the head of a dying baby! Let me give it to you!
Madness string 1864
Pushed by a melody, warmed by a tune, I must be the luckiest cloud in all of creation.
That's the only real courage. I mean, few of us go into burning buildings to save others. But watching a person face the worst with grace, uncomplainingly, grateful even for the love and help of others... That's it, as far as I'm concerned.