This isn't the original but I like the flavor of this version better than the original so I'm posting it.
The Sound of Silence
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
Within the sound of silence
Ni - doesn't even necessarily have to mean a literal dream either.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb 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 fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
The whole thing reminds me of Plato's allegory of the Cave. The author is seeing all these people going through the motions without any true connection or understanding taking place. But you can see through all the superficiality of the "light." They live in denial and skate on the surface and worship it as if it's the true essence of everything when you know the truth is found in the deep, silent darkness. But you see it and you attempt to wake people up and warn them, to teach them and bring them these insights, these visions that came to you. The focus is on other people (Fe) - the writer is frustrated with them for being blind and choosing to stay asleep.
I really love this song and I think it reflects a typical experience for an INFJ. The loneliness that often comes along with these insights you receive that people are often not even interested in seeing. And the frustration that comes along with trying to get through to people because you genuinely care about them and yet many are uninterested in hearing the truth, in hearing wisdom. Many people are just content to live in ignorance or some illusion they've created for themselves. In the end, Darkness often feels like your best friend.