Skyline High

City lights are glowing from a distance,

(The city lights shine from far away.) But some lights can only

come from home. (Hmm...)

I left with dreams inside my pocket,

Had the whole sky in my eyes.

Feet still standing on the ground,

But my heart was chasing another life.

Mama's prayers at every corner,

Papa's silence was my shield.

I watched tomorrow through the train window,

Wondering what this life would reveal.

Every road taught me something new,

Every scar became a part of me.

But no matter how far I went,

Home was where my heart still wanted to be.

Sometimes even winning feels quiet,

When the ones you love are far away.

My heart says, “Don't stop now...” Just remember...

Skyline high...

dreams even higher, But the thought of home still rises higher.

Stars in the sky don't know my name,

But home loved me before the fame.

If you're gonna fly,

then fly wide open,

But turn around and smile at the ones who believed.

The skyline changes every night,

But home will always be the first page of my story.

(Ooh...) Skyline

high...

But I still know where I came from.

Calendars changed, but not the dreaming,

Faces changed, but not my own.

My passport filled with different cities,

But my heart still knew that road.

Cold coffee, conversations shorter,

Still I carry every childhood thought.

Then I looked into the mirror,

And realized the journey changed me—

But the dream

did not.

Maybe growing means you learn That distance doesn't mean goodbye.

Somewhere between who I was And everything I've become...

I still hear home inside.

Skyline high...

dreams even higher, But the thought of home still rises higher.

Stars in the sky don't know my name,

But home loved me before the fame.

If you're gonna fly,

then fly wide open,

But turn around and smile at the ones who believed.

The skyline changes every

night,

But home will always be the first page of my story.

If tomorrow gave me nothing,

If I had to start again,

I'd still take the same road,

I'd still choose where I've been.

Because the view means nothing...

Without the people who helped you climb.

Skyline high...

dreams even higher, Look how far these feet have carried me.

All the roads that I was given,

All the places I was meant to see.

And if the world asks me one question...

“What did

you win?” I'll say...

“My people.” I may be standing above the skyline tonight,

But my heart is still sitting

at the doorstep

of home.

(Hmm...) Cities keep changing...

People keep moving...

Dreams keep taking us somewhere new...

But some roads...

always lead you home.