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 a start
at seeing something more day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to which we've
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, must be more.
There was a time when more was felt
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

In the there was order and destiny
but now path has reached the border, and
on our
is no way to the future, whatever it be.
Though the forces hold us in place
last through eons in grace
we, too, wear the of creation.

As sucks and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It as though time must betray us, yet
we're
and though I see no God to us yet we

through the of progress
don't 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 root the future - on us
it grows!

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

Adrift a course, it's very lonely here,
our only conjecture what behind the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
my own one-
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and Space hang on my shoulders:
when all life is who can say
no mutated force remain?
Though the towers of the city are to we
men of
still we we shall scale the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us make of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in final
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few last seconds
to wander in the
and the children who were ourselves 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 who have danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but we must rise above,
in the name of all faith and and love.
a time for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a time when we all will stand and

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

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