I Am A Rock - Red House Painters

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