π Hello darkness π, my old friend π§βπ€βπ§, I've come to talk with you again π£οΈ. Because a vision softly creeping ποΈ, left its seeds π± while I was sleeping ποΈ. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remain π§ , within the sound of silence π. In restless dreams I walked alone πΆ, narrow streets of cobblestone π€οΈ. 'Neath the halo of a street lamp π¦, I turned my collar to the cold and damp π. When my eyes were stabbed πͺ by the flash of a neon light πΈ that split the night π, and touched the sound of silence π. And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people π€Ό, maybe more. People talking without speaking π. People hearing without listening π. People writing songs that voices never share π€. No one dared πΆ, disturb the sound of silence π₯. "Fools" said I π€, "You do not know silence like a cancer grows π. Hear my words that I might teach you π§βπ«, take my arms that I might reach you. π«²" But my words like silent raindrops fell π¦, and echoed in the wells of silence π³οΈ. And the people bowed and prayed π to the neon god they made π, and the sign π flashed out its warning in the words that is was forming β οΈ. And the sign said, "The words of the prophets π, are written on the subway walls π, and the tenement halls π , and whispered in the sounds of silenceπ€«.