If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
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
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning (morning)
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
:-)