is it?

me went, me saw, me likey!
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if i find in myself desire 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 of course i am nude when to where i'm destined i'm compared

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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

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am i lost or just less 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

cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb

and avoid the impending birth of who i was born to become

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for 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

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C.S. Lewis Song by Brooke Fraser