Luyện nghe bài hát Outlive The Hand

In she spoke of waiting
Her final days were
These fields have changed since last she
Before the silent

She sits where memories lie
Above, beside, within
The carvings have the hand
Which bled to begin them

As features of the merge
The trees are falling
sweeps the view aside
She as if recalling

first beyond the canopy
They had reached the borders
The clouds with burning breath
Arrived from corners

The windswept hastens now
As dying words are
From lips of earth and sapling's
Like leaves, her last fluttered

Again it darkens
The knowledge of it me
And when the starts to fall
Preserve the drop that me