"And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence."The vision is planted within their brains and they cannot escape it unless they are shown the way out. The sights, sounds and scents of war stay with them even though they may be shoveling snow, driving a truck, walking the dog or simply watching TV. It is time for us to end the sound of suffering in outward silence while they are linger in hellish longing for peace.
They can have peace on earth within their own soul if we help them to see all that was good within them even in war. The times they shed a tear, said a prayer, reached their arm around a buddy because he needed it. The time they cried for a child they saw or stood in silence as a flag was placed over the body of someone they served with.
Help them to see that all they endured was due to their tremendous ability to love enough to be willing to die for each other. Help them to know that last, lingering image trapped in their mind was not all their was. That the fact they grieve came from their tremendous ability to love that deeply.
Time for all of us to stop talking about what we think we may know about what they are going through and start listening to what they have to say. Disturb the silence and help them hear why you think they are worthy to heal.
(originally by Simon and Garfunkel)
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 dareDisturb the sound of silence"Fools," said I, "You do not know:Silence, like a cancer, grows.Hear my words that I might teach you.Take my arms that I might reach you."But my words like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayedTo the neon God they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningAnd the words that it was formingAnd the sign said,"The words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls."And whispered in the sound of silence
Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence [Official Music Video]
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