Luyện nghe bài hát Countless Skies

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

Songs to pave the
Wounds to birth
Cries to carry the night
to feed the earth

Countless skies me
unlike the next
Lines of more moon and sun
of a text

Countless hands sought me
out in vain
Permanence observes
Compassion or

to greet the harvest
Storms to in awe
to weave through every wood
Walls to dull the

Purpose to frailty
Craning blades of
and weakness on and on
All that is pass

Countless hands have me
out in vain
Permanence without
or disdain

Flames to greet the
Storms to in awe
Winds to weave through every
Walls to the road

Countless waves me
Strong until the
Leaning into dimming
All was has passed