Night Sky - Wy-i

[00:00.537] I made friends with a flight of steps upon an empty balcony
[00:03.885] and stepped onto the surface of the mind
[00:05.475] It must have been a while, since she pouted with a face--looking at me like: “you never call, me Nak, you never try”
[00:10.861] Another cold night on the top; caught walking on the roof
[00:13.985] As I fall into another cracked tile
[00:16.342] I always thought the moon could inspire if your head’s cocked sideways
[00:19.312] So now it’s looking like a fat smile
[00:22.171] I’m sorry for neglecting you, I know it’s been a while
[00:24.874] Since we met face to face eye to eye
[00:27.081] Exhale the warm air, wipe the mirror to the soul
[00:29.969] As I tossed all my “sorry” to the sky!
[00:32.082] Let’s go!
[00:33.304] And I wonder if the stars ever sit on God’s terrace
[00:34.171] and view me with an equal adoration
[00:38.100] And I wonder if the thunder ever trembles at the grumble of the stomachs of a hungry generation
[00:42.740] Another verse for meditation... a heart full of prayer
[00:45.884] a pocket full of wishes for comets that fly by
[00:48.835] Imagination nauseates upon tall places
[00:51.237] and it vomits beneath the night sky
[00:54.022] And these past few years been the toughest...plundering the comfort out of this rough mattress
[00:58.936] I had to gather with the Father on the roof of the palace and reflect upon the tough chapters: (Listen)
[01:04.922] ‘Character development,’ ‘theme,’ ‘plot,’ and ‘context’
[01:07.817] Discipline is currency for purchasing your progress
[01:10.393] Not the ‘cover’ and ‘genre,’ but ‘content’s’ the cost of revival: from coffin to onset
[01:15.646] I either have an allergy for symmetry
[01:19.130] Or baffled at the beauty, captivated by the twinkling
[01:20.879] The fashion of the infinite, I’ve not the slightest inkling，
[01:23.993] -But stars flicker reminiscent of the Father blinking
[01:26.335] Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people
[01:29.148] With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel
[01:31.865] -Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through
[01:34.481] (The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you)
[01:36.774] Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people
[01:39.354] With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel
[01:42.360] Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through
[01:44.936] (The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you)
[01:47.408] So pause and reflect- we forgot what we look like
[01:50.335] Attempt to replicate but never seem to look right
[01:52.702] We barter soul for whatever seems to looks nice
[01:55.684] We seek truth from the sunrise to goodnight
[01:58.437] Give praise by appraising every lesson ever learned
[02:00.771] As the warm summer breath comes caressing every \"Word:
[02:03.463] \"The trail’s full of hurt, though progression is uncertain，
[02:06.250] Have faith He’s directing every turn，
[02:08.353] Another confirmation; shooting star passes，
[02:11.032] I call upon His name refueling a snuffed passion，
[02:13.893] While the act of... uprooting tough habits，
[02:18.101] Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays passive，
[02:19.948] So now I’m back to this \"movement\" of active improvement
[02:21.329] With passion so ruthless a track to induce it
[02:22.582] Subdue comfort: atrophy of mind
[02:27.692] I realized, packed, and stashed it all behind:
[02:30.718] Pageantry of lies and the vanity of style
[02:33.087] Just give me God, sky, and a canopy of tile
[02:34.497] My eyes feast on the blackest canvas
[02:38.310] Time speaks spinning on a backwards axis
[02:40.873] It’s like the planet’s doing everlasting back flips
[02:43.535] A mystery and Science can’t match the hand print
[02:46.763] Infinite musician... universe is music
[02:49.047] \"Strung\" together; seamless celestial legato
[02:51.516] When life is so short, I’m suggesting that God knows
[02:54.344] Stars above our heads look a lot like staccatos
[02:57.433] Heavenly concerto, creation in progress
[02:59.636] Masterful touch as it “accents” the concepts
[03:02.343] No man can fathom this level of complex
[03:03.853] Six days had passed like “allegro” then God “rest”
[03:07.542] I’m just a kid who sees the night differently
[03:10.447] An art gallery of masterful capability
[03:13.072] So God bring clarity and send the rain of heaven
[03:15.527] For a clear bright night and another waning crescent
[03:39.509] It’s reflection.
[03:44.516] So be still.