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
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 dared
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
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 whispered in the
sounds of silence
