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 steep 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, Well I?ve heard the word 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.
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