Where is our Superman?

Live me a life not caught in the moment
Give me a strength I cannot contain
Chain me to places I will escape from
Insane I may die but at least not in vain

Lost:
Are the fighters, the writers, the righters
Gone:
Are the ones with the feet to stand tall
Here:
Are the fake ones, the made ones, the paid ones
Lost:
Are we now, and lost are we all

Where are the souls who initiate change?
The ones unafraid to stand up and stand tall
Taken? Or silenced? By pressure? By fear?
Without them we lose
Without them we fall