A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of I am a rock, I 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 disdain. I am a rock, I am island.
Don't talk of love, But I've heard words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am 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 no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
And rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.