Annie Hendrix - Joan

I would have liked to stay behind and sew beside my mother
I'd watch the seasons change and stitch by stitch, I might become her
I may have married someone's son and blessed the earth with children
But that's not who I have become, not how the story's written

This is who I was born to be
Still, how does a little girl
Become someone like me

I didn't mean to break my mother's heart, my father's faith
I'd always been their simple child, the kind that's warm and graceful
My auburn hair tied with a bow flowed like a gentle river
Until I took it in my hand and with my blade did sever

This is who I was born to be
Still, how does a little girl
Become someone like me

The day I heard the call, I tended to my father's garden
I watched a golden light descend upon the Earth and falter
An angel whispered in my ear my fate, my sacred duty
That I must will these stubborn men to fight to save my country

This is who I was born to be
Still, how does a little girl
Become someone like me
How does a little girl
Become someone like me

Written by:
Julianne Cilley

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