Be Still And Go

"Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again."How would you describe your relationship with silence and solitude?//Hello darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silenceIn restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone'Neath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed By the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb the sound of silence"Fools," said I, "You do not knowSilence, like a cancer, growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you"But my words, like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells, of silenceAnd the people bowed