Nak - Night Sky lyrics

I made friends with a flight of steps upon an empty balcony And stepped onto the surface of the mind ...It must have been a while, since she pouted with a face- -looking at me like: “you never call, me Nak, you never try” Another cold night on the top; caught walking on the roof As I fall into another cracked tile I always thought the moon could inspire if you're head's co*ked sideways So now it's looking like a fat smile I'm sorry for neglecting you, I know it's been a while Since we met face to face eye to eye Exhale the warm air, wipe the mirror to the soul As I tossed all my “sorry” to the sky! Let's go! And I wonder if the stars ever sit on God's terrace And view me with an equal adoration And I wonder if the thunder ever trembles at the grumble Of the stomachs of a hungry generation Another verse for meditation... a heart full of prayer A pocket full of wishes for comets that fly by Imagination nauseates upon tall places And it vomits beneath the night sky And these past few years been the toughest... Plundering the comfort out of this rough mattress I had to gather with the Father on the roof of the palace And reflect upon the tough chapters: (Listen) ‘Character development,' ‘theme,' ‘plot,' and ‘context' Discipline is currency for purchasing your progress Not the ‘cover' and ‘genre,' but ‘content's' The cost of revival: from coffin to onset I either have an allergy for symmetry Or baffled at the beauty, captivated by the twinkling The fashion of the infinite, I've not the slightest inkling -But stars flicker reminiscent of the Father blinking Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel -Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through (The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you) Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through (The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you) So pause and reflect- we forgot what we look like Attempt to replicate but never seem to look right We barter soul for whatever seems to looks nice We seek truth from the sunrise to goodnight Give praise by appraising every lesson ever learned As the warm summer breath comes caressing every "Word:" The trail's full of hurt, though progression is uncertain Have faith He's directing every turn Another confirmation; shooting star pa**es I call upon His name refueling a snuffed pa**ion While the act of... uprooting tough habits Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays pa**ive So now I'm back to this "movement" of active improvement With pa**ion so ruthless a track to induce it Subdue comfort: atrophy of mind I realized, packed, and stashed it all behind: Pageantry of lies and the vanity of style Just give me God, sky, and a canopy of tile My eyes feast on the blackest canvas Time speaks spinning on a backwards axis It's like the planet's doing everlasting back flips A mystery and Science can't match the hand print Infinite musician... universe is music "Strung" together; seamless celestial legato When life is so short, I'm suggesting that God knows Stars above our heads look a lot like staccatos Heavenly concerto, creation in progress Masterful touch as it “accents” the concepts No man can fathom this level of complex Six days had pa**ed like “allegro” then God “rest” I'm just a kid who sees the night differently An art gallery of masterful capability So God bring clarity and send the rain of heaven For a clear bright night and another waning crescent It's reflection So be still