I Vent My Anger To The Sea

I was born and always lived In the Surigao Strait, this stormy sea, On the shore there are usually trees, When there is a storm and the noise of the trees, It's an extraordinary feeling. I always came to the cliff in the evening To a deserted place and shouted to the sea That there is power, no one will hear, only the sea, I must scream everything to the core, If possible, on the top of my lungs I always do like this when I'm sad To communicate with the sea alone.