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 a start
at seeing more than day-to-day
survival by final death.
If I believed 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 felt
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in light more mundane, thought round
my
we live, we die...and

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

As anti-matter sucks and pulses
the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all
is history.
It seems as time must betray us, yet
alive
and though I see no God to 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
of sand
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 there to it
if eternity's a
but I think that I can it
if the life is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
that always as answer to the question
"Why do we see the eyes of creation?"

Adrift a course, it's very lonely here,
our only conjecture lies behind the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a which means more
than my own
dreams of a grander than we are.
Time and Space heavy on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no mutated force remain?
Though the towers of the are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the heights
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but thinking 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, take His place...
just a few fleeting seconds
to in the waste
and the children who were ourselves on
reincarnation stills its now song
and at last we are free of the of creation.

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

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

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