(Jeanne D’arc)

He said this life is just the seed

Of what my soul can grow to be

And if I save myself from pain

How can I have a song or name?

I know that life is never fair

I don’t expect my foes to care.

But now I ask for promised strength

To stand upon my own two feet;

To face the fire, outlast the flame

To speak the truth under the blame

To feel the thorn and maybe cry

But not to run and not to hide

When death arrives, to count it naught.

Then, if I’m sold, not to be bought.