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 than day-to-day
survival 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 when more was than
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles
my
we live, we die...and

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

As anti-matter and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It as though 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 yet know 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 which 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 next is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
that comes as answer 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 find I can to a lifeline,
think of a which means more
than my own
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and Space hang on my shoulders:
all life is over who can say
no mutated force shall
Though the towers of the city are to we
men of
still we know we shall the heights some
day.
in the silence-
frightened, but very hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, image splinters
the centre, in final splendour
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few fleeting seconds
to in the waste
and the children who were move on
stills its now perfected song
and at we are free 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.
a time for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a when we all will stand alone and

to the galaxies-
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,
that what waits for us
is the compared to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere life shall start