| Song | Night Sky |
| Artist | Wy-i |
| Album | Night Sky |
| 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 your head’s cocked 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 passes | |
| I call upon His name refueling a snuffed passion | |
| While the act of... uprooting tough habits | |
| Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays passive | |
| So now I’m back to this "movement" of active improvement | |
| With passion 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 passed 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. |
| 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 your head' s cocked 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 seethrough | |
| 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 seethrough | |
| 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 passes | |
| I call upon His name refueling a snuffed passion | |
| While the act of... uprooting tough habits | |
| Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays passive | |
| So now I' m back to this " movement" of active improvement | |
| With passion 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 passed 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. |