There is a Something Here, and it Remains Wrong

For we have been given a gift
A life made to be
Now compromised to a bitter uprising
A life used for nothing
I don't want to face it
The fact of our failure
Everything that is done
All have fallen short of this newness

Sound the alarm, sound the alarm!
This social storm is getting the best of me
I can't go back to how it was
What have we done? Are we doing?
Is it what makes this newness a reality?
Or virtual? Or virtual...

These basic intentions have now warped
To do to be something memorable
And though we all want to chase for it
A life to be a memory
What shall we reach?
I'm lost in a pile of decisions, situations
Number one to begin, look out the window
What's seen? Those who have lost their purpose
Number two to the end
We, the lost, remain lost
Signal the flare, I want to be found
I want to make right what is still
And the ones that are wrong
What I've been given

Find me, take me
Save me, hold on to me
I don't want to lose sight nor grip
I'm wrapped
But in what?
Bound in blindness

Come back, I call you
Don't abandon me
No, don't be far