Ground down in the mortar,
You added me to taste,
What sense is there in fighting?
Think I’ll just let go.
I’m not afraid of dying,
It’s your emotion I can’t bare,
It no longer matters,
But did you ever really care?
Joan of Arc went forth,
She heard the message deep inside,
She felt the tremors of the heart,
That are now splitting us apart.
That’s what we get for sharing,
All things come to pass,
The way in which we travel,
Tends to colour how we last…