Future's Aim
From different walks of life we came,
Walks of fear, violence and pain.
Others yet from joy and light,
The Black's siren call the reason for flight.
All in one hull the crew can be found,
Round an old tree long since pulled from the ground.
The cheerful and bright
Alongside darkness and might.
Together we'll march, for life is a war
And though we may live, we are covered with gore.
We'll fire and fight, we'll gamble and bet,
Dodging the purplebellies closing the net.
Now on the darkest evening of the year,
We prep for bloodshed, yet no tears.
With our sights on the future,
May our aim be true and wounds be few.
