ello,darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again,
because a vision softly creeping.
I left the seeds while I was sleeping,
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains with in the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
narrow streets of cobble stone,
neath the halo of a street-lamp
turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
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
no one dare disturb the sound of silence
"Fools!" said I "you do not know,
SILENCE LIKE CANCER GROW."
"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 walls of silence .
and the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made.
and the sign flached 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 sound of silence.