can i spin from some tale
a story that i read
a young woman saw a vision
and voices told the need
you can turn this thing around
she told the frenchies king
what courage i do ponder
lay within her heart
that lead her to a man so great
with plan to take the winning part
could they belive this vision
or what her voices said
so to orleans they marched
to test this thing she said
ther within the battle
us brits did get dismaid
the froggies got the victory
for truth it was she said
the young woman was revered
a saint it was she seemed
what lay then in there future
with this maid of the place orleans
she travelled out on roads
out in soem wild country
where fell hands found and took her
to cruel duek burgundy
in some cold cell they kept her
where she feared evil rape
and yes she tried and failed
in plans yet to escape
they took her to the courtroom
for trial that was a farce
with charges of cross dressing
back then it werent a laugh
then the sprung a question
that seemed a trifle odd
do you go there woman
with the grace of god
one way conceit or arrogance
was blasphemy indeed
the other they said satan
is the master of your need
i go as good god pleases
she gave in quick reply
and thus the trick was foiled
and seen but as a lie
but the courtroom was adjurned
as these things always do
when the trial was run by skippy
the local kangeroo
who said our law is passsed
we do find you guilty
our charge is dark witchcraft
so they took her too a place
with bonfire and a stake
where she offered up a prayer
to protect her from there hate
then she clutched a simple crucifix
dearly to her breast
as the cruel and evil fire
took her to her final rest
may your voices sound yet clearly
and yoru vision shine yet strong
if spirit can yet hear
or see all they did wrong
your memory endures
when you fought for things held dear
theres nothing i can offer
escapes the confines of a tear



can i spin from some tale

a story that i read

a young woman saw a vision

and voices told the need

you can turn this thing around

she told the frenchies king

what courage i do ponder

lay within her heart

that lead her to a man so great

with plan to take the winning part

could they belive this vision

or what her voices said

so to orleans they marched

to test this thing she said

ther within the battle

us brits did get dismaid

the froggies got the victory

for truth it was she said

the young woman was revered

a saint it was she seemed

what lay then in there future

with this maid of the place orleans

she travelled out on roads

out in soem wild country

where fell hands found and took her

to cruel duek burgundy

in some cold cell they kept her

where she feared evil rape

and yes she tried and failed

in plans yet to escape

they took her to the courtroom

for trial that was a farce

with charges of cross dressing

back then it werent a laugh

then the sprung a question

that seemed a trifle odd

do you go there woman

with the grace of god

one way conceit or arrogance

was blasphemy indeed

the other they said satan

is the master of your need

i go as good god pleases

she gave in quick reply

and thus the trick was foiled

and seen but as a lie

but the courtroom was adjurned

as these things always do

when the trial was run by skippy

the local kangeroo

who said our law is passsed

we do find you guilty

our charge is dark witchcraft

so they took her too a place

with bonfire and a stake

where she offered up a prayer

to protect her from there hate

then she clutched a simple crucifix

dearly to her breast

as the cruel and evil fire

took her to her final rest

may your voices sound yet clearly

and yoru vision shine yet strong

if spirit can yet hear

or see all they did wrong

your memory endures

when you fought for things held dear

theres nothing i can offer

escapes the confines of a tear







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