Joan Of Arc

Noble peasant 

Tortured and young

Low standing on the hierarchy

Brazin women were meant to be hung 

When they invaded and conquered your land

Infront of an army  full of soldiers 

You were most prominent in taking a stand 

The voices of the archangel guided you

A women consumed in faith

Not only crowned king 

But took back New Orleans too

Not a fighter but a leader 

For justice her heart yearned 

Waving her banner 

A trial for heresy, she burned 

Noble women 

History repeats itself 

The greatness I see in you 

I see in myself