Even Warriors

Even warriors want someone to hold I’d rather face a thousand bayonets Than to stand alone with one who could see me And talk about feelings Why’s that so scary? Even warriors want a place called home When the fight is through to whom will I return? And on whose shoulder will I place a waiting kiss? Tell me who you’d miss Despite my great effort to protect the masses I fold in capacity Despite my great effort to shield my belly It shows openly So pierce me, pierce me Pierce me to ecstatic Saint me after slaughter My absent faculty, embrace and awaken me While injustice carries on The battle is won in the soft spots In the soft spots