When No One Will
from Bedroom Demos
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2025 Shape of Air Music
Where are your close, your dearest friends
Now that you’re twisting in the wind?
Have they run and hid behind fear’s silence
They cowered in their tribe’s compliance,
To escape the same fate they have earned?
Feeding the fire, watching you burn
Hang with me and be still
Don’t choke on this bitter pill
Who’ll be the one to comfort you
Upon this sad and lonely hill?
I will
When no one will
I will
This criminal has earned his fate,
The rope, the nails, the crown of hate
Worthy of this slow and agonizing death,
To gasp and struggle for his final breath,
To see his brothers in the crowd,
To lie beneath this blood-soaked shroud
Hang with me and be still
It’s not your soul that they can kill
Hand me your sin, give me your heart
Since no one else can pay the bill
I will
When no one will
I will
I will when no one will
I will
