Luyện nghe bài hát Countless Skies

Countless times me
Rivers and fell
stones eroding out
Across the swell

to pave the seasons
Wounds to birth
Cries to carry the night
Wombs to feed the

skies above me
Each the next
of more than moon and sun
Glimpses of a

Countless hands sought me
out in vain
Permanence observes
or disdain

Flames to greet the
to face in awe
Winds to weave through every
to dull the road

Purpose lost to
blades of grass
Strength and on and on
All that is will

Countless hands have me
Reaching out in
Permanence without
Compassion or

Flames to the harvest
to face in awe
Winds to weave every wood
to dull the road

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