I was cast away, sent to live in a most distant star
By my need for a reward and desire to live again
Isolation led to sorrow, grieving the times missed
Every moment lived seemed to mock my history
From disastrous beginnings, I'd been saved but
I turned on my creator's will and desired destiny
Did I deserve to be in exile, did I earn in despair
The universe's architect had chosen my legacies
Failed my calling, stumbling in a moment's glare
It was my last chance, I failed again, a failure
I lived in grace and mercy of the greatest God
The end never reached with finality, only hope
“God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes,
to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful:
he makes saints out of sinners.” Soren Kierkegaard
By my need for a reward and desire to live again
Isolation led to sorrow, grieving the times missed
Every moment lived seemed to mock my history
From disastrous beginnings, I'd been saved but
I turned on my creator's will and desired destiny
Did I deserve to be in exile, did I earn in despair
The universe's architect had chosen my legacies
Failed my calling, stumbling in a moment's glare
It was my last chance, I failed again, a failure
I lived in grace and mercy of the greatest God
The end never reached with finality, only hope
“God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes,
to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful:
he makes saints out of sinners.” Soren Kierkegaard
