It's Zia time!
Hurricane
By Zia Rashid
In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky.
When I was seven the Serpent
Destroyed my town.
I wasn't harmed.
I couldn't seem to die.
I blocked the memories out.
Close my eyes so that I couldn't see
The memories that I've blocked out.
I looked up and The House of Life had its eyes on me.
They took me off the cursed ground.
Total strangers,
Moved to kindness by my story.
Am I throwing all that away,
Choosing my future to be New Your bound?
I found my way out of hell,
I made it to the revolution,
I know I can be louder than the crack in the bell,
If Carter is really for who my shabti fell,
Than damn, this clay figure knew me too damn well.
The House is full of ignorance and resistance.
They're blaming a bunch of kids for their existence?
Maybe not everything related to hosts has to be met with indifference.
Even though they saved me I still choose to write my own deliverance.
In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky
They told me that when my mother died
She was holding me.
We were afraid and she was holding me.
I couldn't seem to die.
(Wait for it, Wait for it, Wait for it...)
I'll find a way out.
(Wait for it, Wait for it, Wait for it...)
Out of everything that's been holding me back
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait...)
Ra: History has its eyes on you
I'll find a way out...
And, honestly?
This is the eye of the hurricane,
This is the time when I choose my destiny.
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait…)
The Throne of Fire