Luyện nghe bài hát Countless Skies

Countless times me
rose and fell
Ageless stones out
the endless swell

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

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

Countless hands have me
Reaching out in
Permanence without
or disdain

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

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

hands have sought me
Reaching out in
observes without
Compassion or

Flames to the harvest
to face in awe
Winds to weave through every
Walls to dull the

waves around me
Strong until the
into dimming dreams
All that was has