The Sound Of Silence
Hello, darkness my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence
In restless dreams i walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone,'Neath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not knowSilence 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 echoedIn the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out a warning,In the words that it was formingAnd the signs said the words of the prophetsAre written on the subway wallsAnd tenement hallsAnd whisper'd in the sounds of silence.