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 steep 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, but I've heard the words 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, save within my womb.
I touched 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!
by Franz Felix - Austria/Vienna
