The Sound Of Silence

Hello, darkness my old friend,

I've come to 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,

Thro’ narrow streets of cobblestones

Beneath 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

Split the night, and touched the sound of silence

And in the naked night I saw,

Ten thousand people may be more

People talking without speaking,

people hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

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 silence 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 warning,

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written

On the subway wall and tenement halls

And whispered in the sound of silence