QUOTE : The winter is cold, is cold.<br />All's spent in keeping warm.<br />Has joy been frozen, too?<br />I blow upon my hands<br />Stiff from the biting wind.<br />My heart beats slow, beats slow.<br />What has become of joy?<br /><br />If joy's gone from my heart<br />Then it is closed to You<br />Who made it, gave it life...<br /><br />Elusive, evasive, peace comes<br />Only when it's not sought.<br /><br />Help me forget the cold<br />That grips the grasping world...