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 have my Gold
And my Seeds to protect me;
I am shielded in my Religion,
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.