All for the love

All for the love, sang the firing squad.
The love of a life over another's, you nod.
How many times in a lifetime so long,
How many times must we sing such a song?
And how many times must an old sinner pray,
for the forfeit of life that dreamt Him away.

Oh, when you come back to my house,
And knock on my door,
Will you find me in your heart,
Will you find me at all?
For what I once had means nothing to me,
And what was once dear may never be seen.

But the time that we take between truth and the grave,
Holds the hour, the moments of our judgement day.
And you hold him in your heart, and storms shan't prevail,
You hold him with your heart, through muck and the hail.
And whether it feels like I'm shouting lost calls
You'll stand by my side, always, through it all.