Where is our Superman?

March 25, 2009
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

Are the fighters, the writers, the righters
Are the ones with the feet to stand tall
Are the fake ones, the made ones, the paid ones
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

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