Hurricane

In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky When I was seventeen a hurricane Destroyed my town I didn′t drown I couldn't seem to die I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see I wrote my way out I looked up and the town had its eyes on me They passed a plate around Total strangers Moved to kindness by my story Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound... I wrote my way out of hell I wrote my way to revolution I was louder than the crack in the bell I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well And in the face of ignorance and resistance I wrote financial systems into existence And when my prayers to God were met with indifference I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky I was twelve when my mother died She was holding me We were sick and she was holding me I couldn′t seem to die Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it... I'll write my way out... Write everything down, far as I can see... [WASHINTON/ ELIZA/ANGELICA/ History has its eyes on you I'll write my way out... Overwhelm them with honesty This is the eye of the hurricane This is the only way I can protect my legacy Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait... The Reynolds Pamphlet