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 deep 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
… well, i would say we’ve got some things in common, paul and me. ok, he writes better songs than I do, but when it comes to being a rock… well you know, i’m not just a rock, i’m a whole god damn mountain range, for fuck’s sake!
