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
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, may be more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
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 warning
In the wards that it was forming
And the signs said.
"the words of the prophets are
written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in The Sounds
Of Silence.