I can offer my outstretched arm and yet who will take it? When the wind blows ever colder and the north begins to freeze; who will keep me warm on these senseless nights that are wreathed in the breath of winter to make of each hour a lifetime that falls into the embrace of the imminent winter. We wait for dawn and though it is colder than the night, still it comforts to see the renewed light of a new day pierce the gloom and bring me hope.