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