I Am A Rock by Paul Simon

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 mity

That none may penetrate

I have no need of friendship

friendship causes pain

It's laughter and loving I disdain

I am a rock, I am an island

Don't talk of love

but I've heard the word before

It's sleeping in my memory

I won't disturb the slumber of the 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.

Metaphor: The singer says he is a rock or an island (cut off from connections to other people), sort of implied metaphor or implied simile that he is like a knight "shielded in my armor".

Candle in the Wind (Goodbye England’s Rose) by Elton John

Goodbye England's Rose

May you ever grow in our hearts.

You were the grace that placed itself

Where lives were torn apart.

You called out to our country,

And you whispered to those in pain.

Now you belong to heaven,

And the stars spell out your name.

And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind:

Never fading with the sunset

When the rain set in.

And your footsteps will always fall here,

Along England's greenest hills;

Your candle's burned out long before

Your legend ever will.

Loveliness we've lost;

These empty days without your smile.

This torch we'll always carry

For our nation's golden child.

And even though we try,

The truth brings us to tears;

All our words cannot express

The joy you brought us through the years.

Goodbye England's Rose,

From a country lost without your soul,

Who'll miss the wings of your compassion

More than you'll ever know.

Metaphors: The singer says that Princess Diana is England’s Rose, golden child, implied metaphor that she is an angel or a bird-the wings of your compassion

Simile: Lived your life like a candle in the wind