Raft on the water, sick in the boat
When we cross this forsaken moat.
Blue spray and mist, blood spray on my coat
A hole in a boot and now my foot is soaked.
Deception was key but we had no clue
That those lying wait, had nothing to do
But spy us in boats, trap us between
The barge and the ramp
And the makeshift camp
Of death on the shore.
Who will command, who will lead?
Where to step when we bleed?
Operate now!, our overloard harkens
Run with the wind, make haste before it darkens
Too late for us, our blood has been spillled
Lying exposed gives us a chill
We went to explore
And to discover our core
Don't be sad or sore
For our death on the shore...
We had a choice to live
And an option to give
Our lives--- our precious lives
So please forgive
Our death on the shore.
