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 cobble stone
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
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
Whispered In the
sound of silence
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