Kikijam

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a 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

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'Neath 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 share

And no one 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 you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words

Like silent raindrops fell,

And 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.

And whispered in the sounds

Of silence.