The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.

One, two, three, four. 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. Ho, ho.

Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of

cobblestone. 'Neath the halo of a streetlamp. Ha. I turned my

collar to the cold and damp. Damp. When my eyes were stabbed by