Capo I
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 is-land.
I've built walls,
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 is-land.
Don't talk of love,
I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
And 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 is-land.
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 is-land.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.