The Sounds of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,; I've come to talk with you again,; Because a vision softly creeping,; Left it's 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, maybe more.; People talking without speaking,; People hearing without listening,; People writing songs that voices never share; And no one deared; 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 it's warning,; In the words 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.; 