The Sound Of Silence (2).kar

Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision, softly creeping,

Left its seed 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,
Through narrow streets of cobbled stone.
Beneath the halo 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 shared,
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.
And echoed in the well of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon gods they made.

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 whispered in the sound of silence.