Tsunami: The voyage of the children And Water And water My mother And sea Her womb And tide Her lullaby And wave Her metronome And ripple Her caress And foam Her scent And spray Her essence She beckons She calls She takes Her children A Cradle for them in the sea gra** A tomb for them in the coral Yemanja Oracle, siren, d**h Mother On this common day In the moist quiet In the Dark Deep She will rock us to our last sleep Gently she will take us Back to her womb Back to her soul Back to our home.