If i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, 

  I can only conclude that I was not made for here 

  If the flesh that i fight is at best only light and momentary, 

  then ofcourse I’ll feel nude when to where I’m destined I’m compared 

    Speak to me in the light of the dawn Mercy comes with the morning 

  I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me 

  Am i lost or just found? 

On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way? is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive? 

  Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb 

  An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become   For we, we are not long here 

  Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it 

  And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you 

  Hope is coming for me 

  Hope, He’s coming

 

 

taken from Brooke Fraser’s Album-Albertine