By Maid of Orleans.
There she stood in an ocean of tears;
The flood of memories return in a flash.
Sorrow, suffering, and pain appear;
The untold shame of the deeds of her past.
They haunt and they pierce, these memories bleed;
The time is now gone, high was the cost.
A voice of warning calls her to heed;
Battle-weary, yet still not lost.
On she must fight, the war will wage;
The passionate cry for courage will sound.
A fresh chapter begins as she turns the page;
A new path to travel must now be found.
Hearts are broken, yet there is still Light;
Am I willing to follow, can I believe?
Hope and Faith in Him will set me aright;
His Truth and His Goodness will never deceive.