Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a stage on we pass,
a sleepwalk for mind and heart:
hopeless, I know,
but onward I go
and try to a start
at something more than day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to we've come
I waste my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time when more was felt
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, thought round
my
we live, we die...and

In the beginning there was order and
but now that path has the border, and
on our
is no way to face the future, it be.
Though the forces hold us in place
last through eons in unruffled
we, too, the face of creation.

As anti-matter and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It seems as though must betray us, yet
alive
and I see no God to save us yet we

through the of progress
which don't get us far.
All illusion! All is
we yet know what we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With eyes but lifting hearts, we're
of sand
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the rocks which root the - on us
it grows!

We might not be there to it
if eternity's a
but I think I can bear it
if the next is the best.
if there is a heaven when we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
that always comes as to the question
"Why do we see the eyes of creation?"

Adrift without a course, very lonely here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
my own one-
dreams of a grander than we are.
Time and Space heavy on my shoulders:
when all life is who can say
no mutated force shall
Though the of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we scale the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, us run;
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, image gravitate
the centre, in final splendour
disintegrate.
The now beckons
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few last fleeting
to in the waste
and the who were ourselves move on
reincarnation stills its now song
and at last we are of the bonds of creation.

All the jokers and gaolers, all the and
too,
all the who have danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but Humanity we must above,
in the of all faith and hope and love.
There's a for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a time we all will stand alone and

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we Childhood's End we start anew.

And though is the highway
and the peak's breaks my heart,
for I never shall see it, I play my part,
believing what waits for us
is the compared to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere Human life start