the sound of silence

Hello darkness my old friend,I've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creeping left it's seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brainstill remains, within the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone,narrow streets of cobblestone'neath the halo of a streetlampI turned my collar to the cold and dampwhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightsplit the night... and touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I sawten thousand people maybe morepeople talking without speakingpeople hearing without listeningpeople writing songs that voices never sharenoone 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 youtake my arms that I might reach youbut my words, like silent raindrops fell...and echoed in the well of silence
And the people bowed and prayed,to the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningin the words that it was formingAnd the sign said, "The words of the prophetsare written on the subway walls, and tenement hallsand whisper the sounds of silence.