At the crack of dawn
When the seagulls call
Even though darkness prevails around
Set out in boats the fishermen all
Who would dare wonder?
After seeing their valor
That a tsunami had turned
Their shades a bit paler...
As they rowed down
The sea seemed to cry
But their oars dipped silently
Past their dead brothers by
Their hearts filled with pity
Their mortal souls broken down
But still they rowed further
Without a smile or a frown
They drift along the morning sea
To catch the leaping wealth of the tide
Because they have a family to feed
And small children to guide
These brave fishers couldn't care less
For what's written in their fate
Striving throughout difficulties
For none do they ever wait..
Remember, a million is made
By joining one-one penny,
Similarly a tsunami is formed
By small-small droplets many.
If we come together to help them
To retain the world's peace dove
Then, a greater tsunami will arise
Consisting entirely of our love...