Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a on which we pass,
a trick for mind and heart:
hopeless, I know,
but I must go
and try to a start
at seeing something than day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to which come
I waste my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a when more was felt than
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in more mundane, thought 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 which hold us in place
through eons in unruffled grace
we, too, the face of creation.

As anti-matter and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all
is history.
It seems as though 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!
lowered eyes 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.
if there is a heaven when we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
that always comes as answer to the
"Why do we see the eyes of creation?"

Adrift without a course, very lonely here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
of a lifetime which means more
than my own
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and hang heavy on my shoulders:
all life is over who can say
no mutated shall remain?
Though the towers of the are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very 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...
a few last fleeting seconds
to wander in the
and the children who ourselves move on
reincarnation its now perfected song
and at last we are free of the 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 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 stand alone and

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we Childhood's 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,
believing that waits for us
is the cosmos to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere Human life start