As valiant as any Knight.
The young fair Lady stood her ground,
Prepared for the coming fight.
Yet honor filled her heart.
She helped her King regain his throne
Before her world was torn apart.
As crowned once more was he.
Then captured, sold, imprisoned,
She was no longer free.
A heretic she was called.
At 19 years burned at the stake,
Today we'd be appalled.
The soldier's patron she,
That brave young lady, Joan of Arc,
My words, they honor thee..
