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 sound of silence