A winter's day, in a deep and dark December, I am alone,

Gazing from my window to the streets below

On (a) freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.

I am a rock, I am an island.



I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate.

I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain.

It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.

I am a rock, I am an island.



Don't talk of love, but I've heard the words before,

It's sleeping in my memory.

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.

If I never loved I never would have cried.

I am a rock, I am an island.



I have my books, and my poetry to protect me,

I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.

I touch no one and no one touches me.

I am a rock, I am an island.



And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.