The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come with talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was

sleeping

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 streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never shared, and no one dared

To stir the sound of silence

Fool, said I, you do not know, silence, like a cancer, grows

Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms then 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'd made

And the sign flashed its warning in the words that it was forming

And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence