Luyện nghe bài hát Countless Skies

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

Songs to the seasons
Wounds to follow
Cries to carry through the
to feed the earth

Countless skies me
Each unlike the
Lines of than moon and sun
Glimpses of a

Countless hands sought me
out in vain
Permanence observes
Compassion or

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

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

Countless hands sought me
out in vain
Permanence observes
or disdain

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

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