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Childlike Faith In Childhood's End (2000 Digital Remaster) - Van Der Graaf Generator

Existence is a stage on which we pass, a

sleep-walk trick for mind and heart:

it's hopeless, I know,

but onward I must go

and try to make a start

at seeing something more than day-to-day

survival chased by final death.

If I believed this the sum

of the life to which we've come

I wouldn't waste my breath.

Somehow, there must be more.

There was a time when more was felt than

known,

but now, entrenched inside my sett,

in light more mundane, thought rattles

round my brain;

we live, we die... and yet?

In the beginning there was order and

destiny but now that path has reached the

border and on our knees is no way to face

the future, whatever it be.

Though the forces which hold us in place

last through eons in unruffled grace

we, too, wear the face of creation

As anti-matter sucks and pulses

periodically the bud unfolds, the bloom

is dead, all space is living history.

It seems as though time must betray us,

yet we're alive

and though I see no God to save us still we

survive

through the centuries of progress

which don't get us very far.

All illusion! All is bogus - we don't yet

know what we are... laughing, hoping

praying, joking, Son of Man!

With lowered eyes but lifting hearts,

we're grains of sand

and though, in time, the sea may claim us

for its own

we are the rocks which root the future -

on us it grows!

We might not be there to share it if

eternity's a jest

but I think that I can hear it

if the next life is the best.

Even if there is a heaven when we die

endless bliss would be as meaningless

as the lie that always comes as answer to

the question 'Why do we see through the

eyes of creation?'

Adrift without a course, it's very lonely

here, our only conjecture what lies

behind the dark.

Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline,

think of a lifetime which means more than

my own one - dreams of a grander thing

than we are,

Time and Space hand heavy on my

shoulders;

when all life is over who can say

no mutated force shall remain?

Though the towers of the city are denied

to we men of clay

still we know we shall scale the heights

some day.

Frightened in the silence -

frightened, but thinking very hard,

let us make computation of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us

run; faster, longer, harder, stronger, now

it comes: colour blisters, image splinters

gravitate towards the centre, in final

splendour disintegrate.

The universe now beckons

and Man, too, must take His place...

just a few last fleeting seconds

to wander in the waste

and the children who were ourselves

move on

reincarnation stills its now perfected song

and at last we are freed of the bonds

of creation.

All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies

and slavers too,

all the throng who have danced a merry

tune - human we can all be,

but Humanity we must rise above

in the name of all faith and hope and love.

There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time

for the fakers too,

there's a time when we all will stand alone

and *****;

***** to the galaxies -

*****, but clothed in the overview... as

we reach Childhood's End we start anew.

And though dark is the highway

and the peak's distance breaks my heart,

for I never shall see it, still I play my part,

believing that what waits for us is the

cosmos compared to the dust of the

past...

in the death of mere humans life shall

start!

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