Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
because of vision softly creeping
left it’s 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 hello 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
echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon God they made
and the sigh flashed 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 whispered in the sounds of silence

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