Luyện nghe bài hát With Wings

The crippled soul divides and the scars of years fly
confetti on the desert wind.
Phoenix rises - proud wings reflecting amber.
Solitary.
Untouchable.
Excited, and ready to for his rose.
But the flight lasted so
and those powerful wings grew as he padded through blind alleys,
swooped into blind curves
and wasted night after lonely trying to drink from a mirage.
But no distraction could decimate the of belief,
and his number came up just when the weight of his despair had him to a rock;
when the feathers of his wings had been
and he stood naked before a disapassionate of grey faces.
His twin. His rose.
Isolde dancing alone, then multiplying, inviting...so many levels.
And the crippled soul unites and prepares for the long journey