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 opportunity      I'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 meet      I 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 Bank      I'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      I'm from a small town, no cause and no elites   There was a market where people often meet   I remember loved ones but I don't remember peace   These are the loneliest days I've seen