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As I walk down the corridors of time, the scene of eight decades ago came back to haunt my mind,  I can hear the bombs exploding and the waves fighting with the howling wind and screams and cries emerges from the deep, and somewhere in the midst of the sand, I could hear someone calling out my name.

I walked towards the empty space and I could still hear the voice calling out my name, I start digging in  the sand with my cold bare hands and as the voice gets louder and I could hear  helicopter circling overhead and shortly after the sound went dead and all I could see were two pelicans sitting on top of the tree sea looking towards the sea.

Oh  mystic of the sea, here I come waiting for thee, I  know that you are somewhere out there tangled up in the storm that wet the earth before the break of dawn, and the voice in  hill top vomiting out everything , the pirates of yesterday and merchants with ships wrecked in the ocean still have treasures laden with gold stitched up in the bosom of her soul
And here we are eight decades in time standing in the midst of it all bearing witness for thee, would you remember my  name if my whole  life had, would you remember  my name if my living was not the same, it is the depth of the ocean that troubled my emotion, I can still hear those voice whose  bodies were
 Blasted off and heads rolling in the dark, anchor your ship and come, I will take you to the other side of life and life will take you by surprise.

Rise up and come with me to the village that once exists by the sea  learn how it was swept away by   tsunami in broad daylight, listen carefully, I can still hear the babies cries and mothers screaming  above their voice and men accepting death with pride

Oh mother mercy of hope come and  the doors and release all the trapped soul they have been there for more than eighty years roaming up and down the battered shore with coral reefs tangled up into the deep and souls bundle together and the water broke loose and catapult them into the sea and alt last they were free.

Would you remember my name if I do this dance for you?
Would you remember my name if I walk with you without shoe?
Time has said it all and the villagers had it all but they have gone before us and they too can hear us .
Remember my name
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