Brooke Miller
Two Soldiers
I had first realized the shape I was inAfter six years in uniform, in the standing dinI signed in at eighteen for a college degreeRecruiting out of high school into opportunityI'd always equated my love for my landWith the loyalty of the army but now I understandI'm from a small town, I knew quiet streetsThere was a market where people often meetI built my home there, me and my familyThese are the loneliest days I've seenMy soldiers are marching according to rankThey have occupied the borderlines outside the West BankI'm relieving my attention on a bloody red machineA conscientious citizen for the democratic regimeThis kind of struggle's not one to go aloneSo I'm joining the opposition but I'm never going homeI'm from a small town, no cause and no elitesThere was a market where people often meetI remember loved ones but I don't remember peaceThese are the loneliest days I've seen
From Letras Mania