The Sound of Silence
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..