Church
I Am A Rock
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
From Letras Mania