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 signs said, The words of the prophets
Are written on the
Subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of
Silence