Saints

They were all so tired and hungry
 And weighed down by what they had seen
 But when they dragged the dust of their boots into my town
 they were like the saints marching in
 I said sign me up for your battle for my youth is no longer mine
 I was far too young, but of my age I had lied
 And they handed me uniform and weapon and sent me to the line
 They said son this is for your mother and your sisters
 don't you dare be afraid to die
 But won't someone somewhere sing a song for me
 And won't you please save one for my enemies...
 'cause we've all done our share of wartime dying
 from the women at home to the men on the lines
 the lucky ones are those who lost their lives
 the rest of us are here just losing our minds