Luyện nghe bài hát Control

She knows.
She knows how control is worth.
Knows a woman can lose
when her power to has been taken away.
Frozen, in shadows.
out to the wind,
hidden the garden.

What if roses have stories cannot tell?
What if God's voice is in the quietist I've said?
I'm thin blooded. always
tipping, tipping, to and fro.
Dancing magnesium in the of the flame.
hot hearted,
but always to the heat of it's own drum.
It is the sum of my living.
And I've just been trying to my way.

Stillness.
I feel like a secret never told.
Tucked between the sheets of my conscience.
cannot be held.
Hands constantly out for empty.
racing toward a bearing paradise.
Love longing, but lasted.
Why you let go?
habits.

In a perfect I would be a thunderstorm.
Rain falling at once,
like big diamonds on my skin melting reverie.
making itself present,
color beneath the clouds,
being affected, transposed.

A heavy set of on the hills of my body,
holding its together.
the fears.
Keeping lens from falling to pieces.
When the sky apart, and the weight culminates,
will my fingers nail the buzzing of
and the absence of
Can I the door open and the lights on in the forest?
the trees still call me home again?