The night on watch

The eye of the hurricane

Moves over the Florida panhandle

Up to Western Carolina

Can we handle

A night of sleep

In the morning the jet

Engine rocks the shades

As the engine of water

Pours in spades

The eye of Helene upon us

Searing blasts over the land of mud and clay

The rain fell

All over that day

I pray for those

Who’s lives have been destroyed

The feeling of being trapped

In the wake of the waters bleeding edge

I made it out that day

And felt remorse to do more

For the night before

I never ever could have seen

What was torn up

By Helene