Saint Joan of Arc
by
Jenny-Jinya Hefczyc
of Hildesheim, Germany
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FOR SAINT JOAN
Oh, St. Joan from heaven,
all the times my thought's flying to you,
and my mind it longing to yours.
You are my yearning, my angel -
maybe my fulfillment.
Complete my fate and be my destiny.
St. Joan, St. Joan,
Oh Captain, my Captain,
Have I to die first, before I can live?!
it's only your heart,
which know the deepest of my nature,
your heart, which swear on me,
even if the whole world leaves me.
I'm feeling your Soul dip down,
in my heart's secrets deep,
to scout where in deepest grounds,
a hidden pearl is sleep.
you kind angel, just duck under,
come through the clear deep,
and smile when I bring you back
your portrait as the loveliest pearl
I love you
JOAN OF ARC
Sky seems so gray…
It moves the earthly
to the war of freedom,
upwards – from sad conspiracy,
upwards – from holy indignation,
But for a long time was fade
the miracle wonder,
A fallen angel, I'm awake.
It's cold, it's unknown, and it's pushing,
it is English power. English custody.
It was for a long time decide,
so they kindle the fire.
the last word is fallen,
my love was stronger,
she will ring out to heaven,
also in English clink.
between fire and smoke,
it is hot, heavy and stuffy,
but my love is it too,
and only in her I am sinking.
and my sky is endless blue...
Joan of Arc
"The last fight"
Mon Dieu, what a great voice, how it was never known –
Differently as the nation’s voice who has, with each day, grown.
Loud appear me this one, and elsewhere endless silent,
In humility I will wait, just because’ skies want it!
Oh my sky talked to me; the wind was his grand voice,
And now in hands of the enemies, only silence is my choice
Where are my loyal angels and where is my loyal fold?
My king is the most silent, while England counts his gold.
Oh wind, transfer my senses, and bring them home to mother
And let her feel and think that my heart was never gone
Scatter my soul into the forests; make me drink my fill,
And back, let me hear one last time, how daddy the field till.
Deep behind my eyelids, I see my home - no case,
The scene was changing all the time, but not the place
Still I hear the ring of the bells, how I was loved its tone,
Its clear sound flowed like a river, in my soul deepest ground.
Oh God how I still love, the profundity of my home,
I remember and longing, how I slept in my small room
The setting sun sitting in state, on my father’s golden ears,
It breaks my heart, the notion, that I’ll never see them again.
All my lovely flower beds and forest tree’s so sinewy,
Never will I see them again, my cosy home since infancy
Never again will I admire, the far away mountains
Which were kissed by the snow-white clouds.
With their grand and lovely summits
Here in cold captivity, sleeping with heavy chains,
Between all the frightened attendants, which are only waits
Until I lay down in dreams, home in daddy’s garden,
Where I started my long way, where my voices spoke
Oh great Lord, I beg you, let me, when I have to sleep,
Feel my home wind a last time, at the pasture by my sheep.
Oh great Lord, I beg you, let me, when I have to expire,
See my mountains a last time, and my golden pasture.
No, this great voice was never known…
Alone in the Dark
Alone in the Dark, I would cry
Alone in the Dark, I would say my final good-bye
Alone in the Dark, I would cry
I held my hand over my heart
I though of my joyful earthly start
I could feel the pain of lose within my heart
Would I soon take a final breath?
Would I soon be overcome by death?
Would this earth consume by final breath?
All alone, all alone, all alone
All alone from morning tell dawn
All alone, all alone, all alone
I cried with fear, I cried with fear
But no one was there to wipe away my final tear,
I cried with fear, I cried with fear
The light was soon overcome as if by the dark of the darkest night
The dark consumed my earthly sight
The hope was God's loving might
Take me from this place
So that I will not have to face
My final earthly resting place
When will the darkness come for me?
When will the darkness take away all that I see?
When will I be saved by the powers that be?
Why was I left all alone?
Why was I taken from my home?
Why was I left all alone?
Where is the courage of my heart?
Where was this courage that was with me from the start?
Where is this courage of which we are all a part?
Will there be a quick opening to this empty dark door?
Will there be a dark shadow cast upon my floor?
Will love be no more?
But does not an evil come for me?
But soon, I shall be free
But soon, a love will come most Heavenly
The door began to open and only hate would be there
The judgement of man was so cruel and so unfair
They took away my clothing and took away my hair
They took away my hope, they tried to take my love
But my love would soon fly upon the wings of a dove
And so I would go to my Heaven above, my Heaven above
Into the flames, into the clouds, into the sky
And so it would be my final good-bye
And so my spirit would fly into the fullness of the sky
The hate could not hold my soul
The cruelty could not take my heart so whole
The Heavens above, so I did go
I come for you when the skys are blue
I come for you in the morning dew
I come for you to start anew
For no more am I all alone
For no longer is there the dark, for the darkness is gone
For now my name is of the light and my name is Joan
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