-->The Sound of Silence


   Hello, Darkness, my old friend.
   I've come to talk with you again.
   Because a vision slowly creeping
   Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
   And the vision that was planted in my brain
   Still remains, within the sounds of silence.
 
   Through restless dreams I walk along
   Narrow streets of cobblestones.
   'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
   I turn 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 sounds 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 sounds of silence.
 
   Fools, said I, you do not know.
   Silence, like a cancer, grows.
   Hear my words that I might teach you.
   Take my arm so that I might reach you.
 
   And the sign flashed out its warning,
   In the words that it was forming.
   And the sign said,"The words of the Prophets are written on the subway
       walls
   And tenement halls, and whispers in the sounds of silence"


                                        Simon and Garfunkel
                                        "The Sounds of Silence"



    