Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a stage on we pass,
a trick for mind and heart:
hopeless, I know,
but I must go
and try to make a
at seeing something more day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I this the sum
of the to which we've come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time more was felt than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, rattles 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.
the forces which 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 bloom is dead, all
is history.
It as though time must betray us, yet
we're
and I see no God to save us yet we

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

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

without a course, it's very lonely here,
our only conjecture lies behind the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
than my own
dreams of a grander thing we are.
Time and hang heavy on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no mutated shall remain?
Though the towers of the city are to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the some
day.
in the silence-
frightened, but very hard,
let us make of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, image splinters
towards the centre, in splendour
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few last seconds
to wander in the
and the who were ourselves move on
stills its now perfected song
and at last we are of the bonds of creation.

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

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we reach End we start anew.

And dark is the highway
and the peak's distance my heart,
for I never see it, still I play my part,
believing that waits for us
is the cosmos to the dust of the
past...
in the of mere Human life shall start