Childlike Faith In Childhood's End - 2005 Digital Remaster

Existence is a stage on which we pass
 A sleepwalk 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, yet 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 bear 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
 Hang 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 computations 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
 Though 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 free 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 nude
 Naked to the galaxies
 Naked, 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