Saints, by St. Paul de Vence

Saints

from St Paul de Vence by St. Paul de Vence

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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…

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’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