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