16 years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled
And I died & I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time, That a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered,
And we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought
wrote
thirst
stood
soldiers
slain
soldier
shoulder
other
whored
older
nobody
never
thousand
fight
chasing
coughing
brawled
ahead
pages
colder
called
added
clinging
ready
friend
years
blood
blame
remembers
eager
though
names
enough
fault
screamed
fought
volunteered
mother
heard
heroes
marched
knees
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