Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a stage on we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for and heart:
hopeless, I know,
but I must go
and try to make a
at seeing something more than
chased by final death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to which come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, must be more.
There was a time when more was felt
known,
but now, entrenched 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.
Though the forces which us in place
through eons in unruffled grace
we, too, wear the of creation.

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

through the centuries of
which get us very far.
All illusion! All is
we yet know what 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 root the future - on us
it grows!

We not be there to share it
if a jest
but I think I can bear it
if the life is the best.
if there is a heaven when we die
endless 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 very here,
our conjecture what lies behind the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a which means more
than my own
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and hang heavy on my shoulders:
when all life is who can say
no mutated force shall
Though the of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we scale the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us make of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, us run;
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
blisters, image splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in splendour
disintegrate.
The now beckons
and Man, too, take His place...
just a few fleeting seconds
to in the waste
and the children who were ourselves 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 throng who have danced a merry
we can all be,
but Humanity we must above,
in the name of all faith and and love.
There's a for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
a time 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 breaks my heart,
for I shall see it, still I play my part,
that what waits for us
is the compared to the dust of the
past...
in the of mere Human life shall start