The Singing Scoutmaster: Sound of Silence

EmHello darkness, my old Dfriend,

I've come to talk to you a-Emgain,

because a Gvision softly Cis cree-Gping,

left its seeds while I Cwas slee-Gping,

and the Cvision that was planted

in my Gbrain, still re-Emmains,

within the Dsound of Emsilence.

EmIn restless dreams I walked a-Dlone,

narrow streets of cobble-Emstone.

'Neath the Ghalo of Ca street Glamp,

I turned my collar to the Ccold and Gdamp,

when my Ceyes were stabbed

by the flash of a neon Glight,

that split the Emnight -

and touched the Dsound of Emsilence.

EmAnd in the naked light I Dsaw,

ten thousand people, maybe Emmore,

people Gtalking wi-Cthout spea-Gking,

people hearing wi-Cthout Glistening,

people writing Csongs that voices never Gshare,

and no-one Emdare -

disturb the Dsounds of Emsilence.

EmFools, said I, you do not Dknow,

silence like a cancer Emgrows,

hear my Gwords, that I Cmight teach Gyou,

take my arms that I Cmight reach Gyou,

But my Cwords like silent raindrops Gfell - Em

and echoed in the Dwells of Emsilence.

EmAnd the people bowed and Dprayed

to the neon god they'd Emmade.

And the Gsign flashed out Cits war-Gning,

in the words that it Cwas for-Gming.

And the sign said, the Cwords

of the prophets are written

in the subway Gwalls, and tenement Emhalls,

and whispered in the Dsounds - of Emsilence.