I’ve almost reached a hundred days,
But fear now grips my heart and stays.
Our ragged band, though torn and scarred,
Seems to march onward, though it’s hard.
Bullets strike, they find their mark,
One was here, now he's gone, stark.
Stepped out for a day, came back in pain,
Limping, broken, in the rain.
How is it, friends, this way we tread?
No answers come, just darkness spread.
We've drained the cup down to the end,
Without you, I can't pretend.
Grant me strength to do your will,
By the blue sea, standing still.
Just a little, not to fall,
With my mentor, heed the call.
Had you not watched over me,
And given me an angel’s plea.
Protect our thinning, weary band,
And sever the road back to this land.