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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