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 I must go
and try to make a
at seeing something than day-to-day
survival chased by death.
If I this the sum
of the life to which we've
I waste my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time when more was than
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in light more mundane, rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

In the there was order and destiny
but now that has reached the border, and
on our
is no way to the future, whatever it be.
Though the forces which hold us in
last through in unruffled grace
we, too, wear the 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 of progress
which get us very far.
All illusion! All is
we don't yet know we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With lowered but lifting hearts, we're
grains of
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 to share it
if eternity's a
but I think I can bear it
if the next is the best.
Even if is a heaven when we die
bliss would 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 very here,
our only conjecture what behind 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 hang heavy on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no force shall remain?
the towers of the city are denied to we
men of
still we we shall scale 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
towards the centre, in final
disintegrate.
The now beckons
and Man, too, take His place...
just a few fleeting seconds
to wander in the
and the children who were ourselves on
reincarnation 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 danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but Humanity we rise above,
in the name of all faith and and love.
There's a time for all pilgrims, and a for
the too,
a time when we all will stand alone and

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

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