Misguided satellite
i circle by habit,
can't find my orbit to save my life
i want to fall,
i want to burn,
like an ignorant craterless meteorite
long ago i was derailed,
long ago the mission failed
but in the distance there appears a light
Disgruntled architect
building a palace
cant make it perfect to save my life
victimless crime ride the wrecking ball in
evacuate now while i breathe dynamite
efforts all to no avail
i'm perfection's countervail
torn in pieces, i am made contrite
And in my darkest hour
the brightest light draws near to me
a torch to end all torches,
this is the light that sets me free
all shadows burn away now
but by his grace i am sustained
though all was lost,
now all is found and more is gained
Lift me up and make me whole
instill in me a new hope
breathe new life into my soul