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 protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Deep within 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
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 protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Deep within 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
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!