Hello darkness, my old friend<br />I've come to talk with you again<br />Because a vision softly creeping<br />Left its seeds while I was sleeping<br />And the vision that was planted in my brain<br />Still remains<br />Within the sound of silence<br />In restless dreams I walked alone<br />Narrow streets of cobblestone<br />‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp<br />I turned my collar to the cold and damp<br />When my eyes were stabbed <br />by the flash of a neon light<br />That split the night<br />And touched the sound of silence<br />And in the naked light I saw<br />Ten thousand people, maybe more<br />People talking without speaking<br />People hearing without listening<br />People writing songs that voices never share<br />No one dare<br />Disturb the sound of silence<br />“Fools” said I, “You do not know<br />Silence like a cancer grows<br />Hear my words that I might teach you<br />Take my arms that I might reach you”<br />But my words like silent raindrops fell<br />And echoed in the wells of silence<br />And the people bowed and prayed<br />To the neon god they made<br />And the sign flashed out its warning<br />In the words that it was forming<br />And the sign said “The words of the prophets<br />Are written on subway walls<br />And tenement halls<br />And whispered in the sounds of silence”<br />
