{C. S. Lewis Song}

Se encontro em mim um desejo que nenhuma experiência deste mundo pode satisfazer, a explicação mais provável é a de que fui criado para outro mundo.

Os livros ou a música, onde pensamos estar a beleza, nos trairão se confiarmos neles... Pois eles não são a coisa em si; eles são o aroma de uma flor que não encontramos, o eco de um tom que ainda não ouvimos, notícias de um país que nunca visitámos.
- C.S. Lewis


"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 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?
'Cose my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And 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"