I sit silently and gaze out the window of this slow-moving train br I catch my breath, as my eyes land upon the angry, Indian Ocean br br Memories bring storms rushing towns, wicked winds stealing homes br Children swallowed in your churning, for you can muster no mercy br br My mind recalls trees weeping for death, as relentless rains fell br Washing away precious life and love, as the earth was transformed br br Destruction and devastation surrounds both you and me, dear ocean br No peace nor safety exists to bring the welcome site of a sailing ship br br History books hide the truth of your fury toward the people of this land br For your cruel waves have claimed many lives under this now blue sky br br Through the train's window, I see the Hell caused by your anger br But, alas, I see also your vast, endless gift and timeless beautybr br Kathup Tseringbr br