A commander speaks,
Some marines listen,
The black water sorrounds the crew.
While they hope to get through.
We all have wives,
Some of us have children.
The monsters under the sea,
Are waiting for our mistakes.
We are getting near the port,
But the port is empty.
Our family's have forgotten us?
Are we lonely again?
I'll write you a letter,
Telling you my feelings.
This damn cliché.
But you know I'll be better.
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