Church. I Am A Rock. Zeneszám

A winter's 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