Joan of Arc

I can feel the fire in my mind I can feel it simmer all the time I know how Joan of Arc felt When she burned alive I can feel a shiver in my skin I can feel the weight of everything I know how Joan of Arc felt When she gave in And I wrestle with those ugly little feelings Until my vows have broken with the dawn What happens when that hunger in your body Just won't stay gone? I can feel the light of all the love Shining in the black of space above I know how Joan of Arc felt Like a broken dove I see you by the bedside with your prayer book Kneeling to your old testament God Begging him to someday spare the child Along with the rod Leave hellfire for the billboards in the rearview And heaven for the kids in Sunday school You and I are simply just a facet In the same jewel.