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