First part edited...wasn't accurate.

Hello “The Sheets”, my old friend
I've come to look at 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 he ran alone
Hooves beat upon the cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
And my mind was lulled by the glow of neon lights
That blurred my sight
and this amid the sound of silence

In hypnotizing light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People accepting figures that voices never share
no one dares…
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might reach you
Look at the numbers that they might teach you"
But my words… like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the well … of silence

And those people bowed and prayed
To their figure god they made
And then their god proclaimed this warning
In the terse words rarely forming
He said that: "The words of the prophet are written down upon our sheets. They are complete.
Approve of them with your sounds... of silence."

CtC



Post Edited (12-08-04 17:25)