Looking out to the seas, I walked across the deck,

Looking at the brave sailors who never gave disrespect,

Looking at the radio room, as they tamper away at their jobs,

Looking to the offices, where my officers laid,

Looking to the land, which is the reason I get my pay,

Looking to a ship, calmly sailing by,

Looking to a fire of men on the deck, burning to die,

Looking to the radio room, half torn apart,

Looking to the officers rooms, where no one left without a mark,

Looking at my ship, what could've I done?

Looking at the blood on my hands, the damage could not be un-done.