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 make a
at something more than day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I this the sum
of the life to which come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time more was felt than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles
my
we live, we die...and

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

As anti-matter and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It seems as though must betray 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 eyes but lifting hearts,
of sand
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the rocks root the future - on us
it grows!

We might not be there to it
if a jest
but I think that I can it
if the life is the best.
Even if there is a when we die
bliss would be as meaningless as the lie
that comes as answer to the question
"Why do we see the eyes of creation?"

Adrift without a course, very lonely here,
our only what lies behind the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
my own one-
dreams of a grander than we are.
Time and Space hang heavy on my
when all life is who can say
no force shall remain?
Though the of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the 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, image gravitate
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 move on
stills 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 throng who have danced a merry
we can all be,
but Humanity we rise above,
in the name of all faith and and love.
There's a for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a time when we all will stand and

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

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