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 dare
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
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
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