Luyện nghe bài hát With Wings

The crippled soul and the scars of years fly away
like on the desert wind.
Phoenix rises - young wings reflecting amber.
Solitary.
Untouchable.
Excited, and to search for his rose.
But the flight so long
and powerful wings grew weary as he padded through blind alleys,
swooped open-eyed blind curves
and wasted night after lonely night trying to from a mirage.
But no distraction could the totality of belief,
and his number came up just the weight of his despair had him pinned to a rock;
the feathers of his wings had been shed
and he stood naked a disapassionate ocean of grey faces.
His twin. His rose.
Isolde alone, then multiplying, inviting...so many many levels.
And the crippled unites and prepares for the long journey home