Luyện nghe bài hát Countless Skies

Countless times me
Rivers and fell
Ageless eroding out
the endless swell

Songs to pave the
Wounds to follow
Cries to carry through the
Wombs to feed the

skies above me
Each the next
Lines of than moon and sun
of a text

Countless hands sought me
Reaching out in
observes without
Compassion or

Flames to the harvest
Storms to in awe
Winds to weave through wood
to dull the road

Purpose to frailty
Craning of grass
Strength and on and on
All that is will

hands have sought me
Reaching out in
Permanence without
or disdain

Flames to the harvest
Storms to in awe
Winds to through every wood
to dull the road

Countless around me
Strong until the
into dimming dreams
All was has passed