i wanted to die in a hailstorm of fire i wanted to cry no more you hope and you prey and let yourself dream of all the things your young life will be and all of the things you will see this wasn t the way they told it would be no they didn t speak of tears no they didn t speak of death on the run of cold and alone wasted years of how you hold on to the one that you love hold him in your arms and watch him cry blood and before he can die you must run i wanted to cry no more