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Ngày con cất tiếng khóc chào đời 
Ngày mẹ đã nói niềm vui trào dâng ngập trời. 
Bằng yêu thương của cha đã dành, 
để trong mái ấm từng ngày qua con lớn lên. 
Là lời ru mẹ đưa bên cánh võng cho con say 
giấc ngủ, 
là lời cha từng ngày ấm êm mong sao cho con nên người. 
Thời gian lấy đi mùa xuân của mẹ,và con lấy đi sức sống mẹ cha. 
ĐK: 
Cuộc đời con sẽ không quên 
tình yêu thương mẹ cha đã dành cho con người ơi, tình yêu bao la, 
theo con như như câu ru xưa cho vơi đi nỗi nhọc nhằn trong đời của người. 
Đường tương lai nhiều chông gai và những lúc gian nan làm con ngã quỵ, 
để con nhớ rằng nơi ấy một góc bình yên luôn có mẹ cha chờ con tìm về

Nơi ấy con tìm về

✨ Chiron Without Wound ✨ 
An original poem whispered by the enchanted soul, inspired by a dream and a forgotten village that feels like a portal between worlds.

A deep, haunting male voice leads the listener through a rite of passage — a journey of weariness, surrender, and transcendence. Each verse unfolds like ancient storytelling by firelight, where sound becomes memory and myth breathes again.

Set to AI-generated Celtic orchestration that moves through every cell, this piece carries you beyond time — into the realm where the gray horse of endurance becomes Pegasus, and the soul remembers its wings.

Close your eyes, listen deeply —
and hear the call of the Beyond.

CHIRON WITHOUT WOUND
(original poem)

Wandering aimlessly
with this
gray, old horse,
given to me
to foster.
Both tired,
worn out
by this life
of barren effort -
seeming without
aim and purpose.

Holding it
by a rope,
trotting without direction.
He halts sometimes
to nibble on stones.

We arrived
in a tiny village,
where even the
road seems to end.
Here we should rest.
No people,
no signs of life.
I let the horse
nibble on the stones,
and fell asleep
under a tree.

Returning from my sleep,
it feels like
I’m still dreaming.
In front of me,
a white, proud stallion -
free and sovereign,
shimmering in the sun.

The old grey horse,
the rope -
all gone.

Pegasus is waiting
now for me,
to awaken from my slumber,
to jump on his back,
and take our first ride
up to the heavens.

I didn't know -
or did I know -
that in this village
which space, time and men
have long forgotten,
there was a custom:
you leave a stone
beside a horse,
and in return
you’ll find
the most precious gift
fated for you.

Grace showered me
once more with gifts:
with my awakening,
and with Pegasus
who knows the way
to heaven,
and back again.

I jump on my stallion.
We merge.
The newborn centaur,
half man, half Pegasus,
is Chiron -
with no wounds,
but wings.

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Chiron without Wound

Like a song without its soul, it just don't feel right.
The stars are shining bright, but they're dimmed by the pain,
I'm wandering this way, calling out your name.
Oh, I'm missing you tonight.

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Thanh Phương