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 of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined [bad word] 
Speak to me in the light of the dawn [bad word] with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope [bad word] for me

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 [bad word] alive?
'Cos [bad word] would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to [bad word] 
Speak to me in the light of the dawn [bad word] with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope [bad word] for me

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 [bad word] for me
Hope, [bad word]