Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.


Hello darkness my old friend.
I've come to talk with U 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 walk alone.
Narrow streets of cobble stone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp.
I turned my collar to the cold & 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 \"U do not know.
\"Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach U.
\"Take my arms that I might reach U.
But my words like silent rain-drops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bow & prayed.
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flash out it's warning.
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said \"The words of the prophets.
Are written on the subway walls & tenement halls\".
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

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