Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer another flag to drop
In the of loose pills to conquer her America.
One to the head; a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An for innocence with diamond eye sockets.
No longer interested in soft or sonnets,
Only cares about the war she's lost and when she'll her coffin.
any words be etched in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own terms Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day the sky falls like this:
retreat to avoid the crash but the comets will not miss.
In the crater we find a body if we're lucky
her a misfit and another helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past and white shades
the gray area in which her mind lays
I think I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to
That little lonely girl begging to be rescued

You have to go through this yourself,
All got to do is ask for help.

This fairy's wings don't flap like they used to,
Writing diaries in angels' but the meanings misconstrued.
And her pen bled all the ink that she could use
She starting using her own to write the feelings that she knew.
Now the is full and there's so much left to write.
Carves the meaning of her on her skin and swears that she's alright.
It me see the world in a completely different light,
I to see you hurt yourself but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the places you've been
When rings aren't the only that are piercing your skin...

You're having dreams now, so there's to attempt
The road to recovery is plagued with and missteps.
I am here to catch you if you start to trip
And help guide arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, do what I can
So don't be hesitant if you a helping hand.

You don't to go through this yourself,
all you've got to do is ask for

The was silent, sky was overcast
Cast over hearts and a less than sunny past.
Sent shivers our backs as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to in a large circular line.
Preacher said words from a bible, one read
If God loves all his children then you have been
Placed in a foster home self esteem depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I hope you can see that
The mistakes that they made were much more monumental
You are proof that life isn't always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so left to give
So many things to say and so much more to live
We buried the so nobody could see
The of what once was and who you used to be
And all you did was smile as we made our way
To I survived on your empty headstone.