Two Soldiers

I had first realized the shape I was in

After six years in uniform, in the standing din

I signed in at eighteen for a college degree

Recruiting out of high school into opportunityI'd always equated my love for my land

With the loyalty of the army but now I understand

I'm from a small town, I knew quiet streets

There was a market where people often meetI built my home there, me and my family

These are the loneliest days I've seen

My soldiers are marching according to rank

They have occupied the borderlines outside the West BankI'm relieving my attention on a bloody red machine

A conscientious citizen for the democratic regime

This kind of struggle's not one to go alone

So I'm joining the opposition but I'm never going home