The Sound Of Silence

Hello, darkness,

my old friend

I've come to talk

with you again

Because a vision

softly creeping

Left it sees

while I was

sleeping

And the vision

that was planted

in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound

of silence

In restle dream

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

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 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

bow and pray

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 walls

And tenement halls

And whisper

in the sound

of silence."