Joan of Arc's Blog

We were standing, after the hurricane came by. The torn houses and uprooted trees How hard did we try We planted and stayed, but blown by the breeze Our hair is a mess, our life is intact But what did we lose? How did we cry? The rain and the tears, how did we react? We held to our guns, even as they pry We lost our job, we lost our face We planted roots, temptation we did taste We held to his plan, got out by grace But were scarred in our haste