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 onward I go
and try to make a
at seeing something than day-to-day
survival chased by death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to which come
I waste my breath.
Somehow, must be more.
There was a when more was felt than
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles
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 which hold us in place
through eons in unruffled grace
we, too, the face of creation.

As sucks and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all
is history.
It seems as time must betray us, yet
we're
and though I see no God to 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!
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 not be there 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 through the of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's lonely here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
my own one-
dreams of a grander thing we are.
Time and Space hang on my shoulders:
all life is over who can say
no force shall remain?
Though the towers of the city are to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the heights
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, us run;
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, image splinters
towards the centre, in splendour
disintegrate.
The now beckons
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few last fleeting
to wander in the
and the children who ourselves move on
reincarnation stills its now song
and at last we are of the bonds 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.
a time for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a time we all will stand alone and

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

And dark is the highway
and the distance breaks my heart,
for I never see it, still I play my part,
believing that waits for us
is the cosmos compared to the of the
past...
in the death of mere life shall start