Hello darkness. my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision soft
ly cr
eeping.
Left its seeds while I was slee
ping.
And the vision that was planted in my
brain
Still remains
Within The
Sound Of
Silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street
lamp.
I turned my collar to the cold and
damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched The
Sound Of
Silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people. maybe more.
People talking without spea
king.
People hearing without list
ening.
People writing songs that voices never
share
And no one dare
Disturb The
Sound Of
Silence.
"Fools" said I."You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach
you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops
fell.
And echoed
In the wells of
silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warn
ing.
In the words that it was form
ing.
And the signs said."The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whisper'd in The So
und Of
Silence.
