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

Wait for it,Wait for it,Wait for it

Write everything down,far as I can see

Wait for it,Wait for it,Wait for it,Wait

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