A violent storm swept the ocean,
Leaving the children of the sea to cry;
Its buried bodies to weep once more
As the ocean rumbles in its state of emergency,
Trying to keep their lives afloat.
The sea turns into a disorder,
And the sea cries out in agony;
The people of the sea weeping,
As the ocean murmurs in a loud voice
And the kelp swings back and forth.
So do the lives of our souls,
Weeping, as the sea sweeps us
And the storm does not forgive us.
Broken and bitter, we stand outright
As the storm sweeps by,
Leaving us to wait for the morning.