A winters day, in a deep and dark December
I am alone, gazing from my window into the streets below
On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow
I am a rock, I am an island
Don't talk of love, well I've heard the word before
It is 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 content me
I am sheilded in my armor
Deep within my room, safe within my womb
I touch noone and noone touches me
I am a rock, I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries
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