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 remained Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets and cold stone Neat 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, their voices never shared, and no one there Disturbed the sound of silence Fools that I do not know, silence like a cancer grow 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, telling the ungod 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