Joan Of Arc
she said, i'm tired of the wari want the kind of work i had before
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite
well, i'm glad to hear you talk this way
you know i've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine
and who are you?, she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke
why, i'm fire, he replied
and i love your solitude
i love your pride
i saw her wince, i saw her cry
i saw the glory in her eye
myself i long for love and light
but must it come so cruel
and oh, so bright
