Still Looking by XxBatDaddyxX

[Pre-Chorus]
We learned how to talk, but forgot how to listen,
Learned how to flex, forgot about forgiveness.
We keep asking questions like someone else knows,
While the answer’s dying quiet in the cracks of the road.

[Chorus]
Yeah, we’re still looking—
Not ‘cause it’s gone, but ‘cause we lost the way.
We traded compassion for being “right” all day.
If love’s a language, we forgot how to speak,
Still looking for it in the things we tweet.
We’re still looking—
Hands clenched tight, hearts closed shut.
Maybe love didn’t leave… maybe we just gave up.

[Verse 2]
Kids learned hate before they learn their name,
Taught who to fear, and who to blame.
Mercy moves slow in a world built fast,
Nobody wants the future, just the last word back.
We post about our pain, then scroll right past it,
Turn real lives into passing traffic.
Everybody wants change overnight,
But won’t change how they treat the person in sight.

[Pre-Chorus]
We say “someday” like it’s guaranteed,
Like hope’s on layaway indefinitely.
But tomorrow’s built by what we do today,
Not by the slogans we throw away.

[Chorus]
Yeah, we’re still looking—
Through broken trust and borrowed pride.
Through walls we built just to feel safe inside.
If love’s still breathing, it’s tired but strong,
Waiting on us to prove it wrong.
We’re still looking—
But maybe the truth hurts just enough:
Love didn’t disappear… it’s asking us to show up.

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s smaller than we thought it’d be,
Not a headline, not a speech on TV.
Maybe it’s listening when it’s uncomfortable,
Choosing kindness when it’s not refundable.
Maybe it’s staying when it’s easier to run

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, we’re still looking—
But I think it’s closer than it seems.
In the way we treat the “enemy.”
If love’s a mirror, then what do we see?
If it starts with “us,” maybe it starts with me.
We’re still looking—
But I’m done asking from above.
Somebody please tell me  “where’s the love?”

2317/7500

[Verse 1] We grew up hearing promises in a choir of noise, Everyone yelling but nobody hears the voice. Screens light up in anger faster than a prayer, Truth gets buried when it’s easier not to care. We argue about colors, flags, and names, Point fingers like it’s some kind of wicked game. Everybody wants to win their side of the fight, But nobody’s checking if the kid’s are alright. [Pre-Chorus] We learned how to talk, but forgot how to listen, Learned how to flex, forgot about forgiveness. We keep asking questions like someone else knows, While the answer’s dying quiet in the cracks of the road. [Chorus] Yeah, we’re still looking— Not ‘cause it’s gone, but ‘cause we lost the way. We traded compassion for being “right” all day. If love’s a language, we forgot how to speak, Still looking for it in the things we tweet. We’re still looking— Hands clenched tight, hearts closed shut. Maybe love didn’t leave… maybe we just gave up. [Verse 2] Kids learned hate before they learn their name, Taught who to fear, and who to blame. Mercy moves slow in a world built fast, Nobody wants the future, just the last word back. We post about our pain, then scroll right past it, Turn real lives into passing traffic. Everybody wants change overnight, But won’t change how they treat the person in sight. [Pre-Chorus] We say “someday” like it’s guaranteed, Like hope’s on layaway indefinitely. But tomorrow’s built by what we do today, Not by the slogans we throw away. [Chorus] Yeah, we’re still looking— Through broken trust and borrowed pride. Through walls we built just to feel safe inside. If love’s still breathing, it’s tired but strong, Waiting on us to prove it wrong. We’re still looking— But maybe the truth hurts just enough: Love didn’t disappear… it’s asking us to show up. [Bridge] Maybe it’s smaller than we thought it’d be, Not a headline, not a speech on TV. Maybe it’s listening when it’s uncomfortable, Choosing kindness when it’s not refundable. Maybe it’s staying when it’s easier to run [Final Chorus] Yeah, we’re still looking— But I think it’s closer than it seems. In the way we treat the “enemy.” If love’s a mirror, then what do we see? If it starts with “us,” maybe it starts with me. We’re still looking— But I’m done asking from above. Somebody please tell me “where’s the love?”

0/500