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 cobble stone
Beneath 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 dare disturb the sound of silence
\"Fool\" 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

The End.