No one loves a warrior until the enemy is at the gates
A funeral procession of demolition
Where you cry for a savior through hails of bullets
When no one else loves you

No one loves the old until the experience comes into play
Brazen and bold with stories untold
Yet afraid to roam before guidance
When no one else will teach you

No one loves their life until life is worth the love
Dreams and subsequent mornings
Where you wake up determined and willing
When no one else will do it for you.

No one here loves no one
In secret sorrow and silent joy and lust
We all crave something more by someone else
When no one else is watching.