Sound Of Silence                                      and whispered the sounds of silence.              
(Simon & Farfunkel)                                                                                     
                                                                                                        
  Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to                                                            
talk to you again. For the 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 through                                                             
narrow streets of cobblestone. Beneath the halo                                                         
of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold                                                        
and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by a flash                                                          
of the neon light, And 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,                                                          
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,                                                                
Echoed in the wells of silence.                                                                         
                                                                                                        
  And the people bowed and prayed to the neon                                                           
god 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,"