C.S Lewis Song

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

We are not long here

Our time is but a breath

So we better breathe it

2 Comments Add yours

  1. John Kenneth Coffee says:

    “Like a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more” (Shakespeare, Macbeth

    Liked by 1 person

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