Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk to 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 streetlamp
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

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my voice that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops, fell
And echoed in the well of silence

And then people bowed and prayed
To that neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the word 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 sound of"