Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

Not the will scare me
Nor the body's final
Nor the barrels of death's
Nor the shadows on the
Nor the night when to the
The last dim of pain, is held
But the indifference
Of a merciless world

Lying in the out shell
Of some Albanian
An old
Holds a crying baby in her
A soldier from the other
A man of heart and
Breaks ranks, down his rifle
And kneels by her

He binds her
He her food
And calms the child
She gives him absolution
the great divide
He picks his way through the broken
China of her
And there at the
The Serb turns..
Turns and waves..

And each small
a corner of the dark...