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 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 thousend 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
And 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 sound of silence
