Misguided satellite i circle by habit

cant find my orbit to SAVE MY LIFE

i want to fall, i want to burn

like an ignorant caterless meteorite

long ago i was derailed,

long ago the mission failed

but in the distance there appears a light



disgruntled archeitect 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

im perfections contervail

torn in pieces, i am made in 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