Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a stage on we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and
hopeless, I know,
but onward I go
and try to a start
at something more than day-to-day
chased by final death.
If I this the sum
of the to which we've come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, must 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 beginning there was and destiny
but now that path has the border, and
on our
is no way to face the future, it be.
the forces which hold us in place
last eons in unruffled grace
we, too, wear the of creation.

As anti-matter sucks and periodically
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 of progress
which get us very 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 which the future - on us
it grows!

We might not be there to it
if eternity's a
but I think I can bear it
if the life is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless bliss would be as as the lie
always comes as answer to the question
"Why do we see through the of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's very here,
our only conjecture what behind the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which more
my own one-
dreams of a grander thing we are.
Time and hang heavy on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no mutated force remain?
the towers of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
blisters, image splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in splendour
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few last fleeting
to wander in the
and the children who were ourselves on
reincarnation its now perfected song
and at we are free of the bonds of creation.

All the jokers and gaolers, all the and
too,
all the throng who have a merry tune-
we can all be,
but Humanity we rise above,
in the of all faith and hope and love.
There's a time for all pilgrims, and a for
the too,
there's a when we all will stand alone 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 never shall see it, still I my part,
that what waits for us
is the cosmos compared to the of the
past...
in the death of mere life shall start