In Every Winter's Heart There

When Life Does Not Find A Singer To Sing Her Heart She Produces A Philosopher To Speak Her Mind.

If Aught I Have Said Is Truth, That Truth Shall Reveal Itself In A Clearer Voice, And In Words More Kin To Your Thoughts.

Wailing And Lamentation Befit Those Who Stand Before The Throne Of Life And Depart Without Leaving In Its Hands A Drop Of The Sweat Of Their Brows Or The Blood Of Their Hearts.

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

Hearts United In Pain And Sorrow Will Not Be Separated By Joy And Happiness. Bonds That Are Woven In Sadness Are Stronger Than The Ties Of Joy And Pleasure. Love That Is Washed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Faithful.