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 dream I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobble stone
'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 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 silent raindrops fell
Echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they've 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 walls
And
tenement halls"
Whisper'd in the sound of silence