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I am my own judge and jury
I am the Joan of Arc of this story
Crucify my mind and burn the devil away
At the stake Joan of arc turned into ashes in that month of May
You see the Maid of Orleans fought the liars
Her vision to be a warrior was from the voice of the sweet Jesus
You see I am the warrior in my mind
Asking for answers to questions I am longing to find
Wars in our heads, the truth in our hearts
A solo voyage through the battlegrounds of our souls
Like the dear teenage Joan I am a solo warrior sailing the rough seas of
my mind
Save my soul unlike the Maid of Orleans
She burned for her courage and passion
I will rise from the ashes, the ashes of my mind and heart burnt to
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