Lullaby

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