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 onward I go
and try to make a
at something more than day-to-day
survival chased by death.
If I this the sum
of the life to we've come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time more was felt than
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles
my
we live, we die...and

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

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

through the centuries of
which don't get us far.
All illusion! All is
we don't yet know we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With lowered eyes but lifting hearts,
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 not be there to share it
if a jest
but I think that I can it
if the next is the best.
Even if is a heaven when we die
bliss would be as meaningless as the lie
that always comes as to the question
"Why do we see through the of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's lonely here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which means
my own one-
dreams of a grander than we are.
Time and Space hang on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no force shall remain?
Though the of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very 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 children who ourselves move on
reincarnation stills its now perfected
and at we are free of the bonds of creation.

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

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

And though dark is the
and the peak's breaks my heart,
for I shall see it, still I play my part,
believing that waits for us
is the cosmos to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere Human life start