Joan
Unveiling the Journey: Joan's Transformative Odyssey in Annie Hendrix's Melody
Lyrics
I would have liked to stay behind and sew beside my mother
I desired to stay with my mother and engage in sewing.
I'd watch the seasons change and stitch by stitch, I might become her
Observing the changing seasons, I hoped to gradually adopt my mother's skills through stitching.
I may have married someone's son and blessed the earth with children
I might have married and contributed to the world with children.
But that's not who I have become, not how the story's written
However, I have evolved differently from that path; it's not the story written for me.
This is who I was born to be
This is my true identity, the person I was destined to be.
Still, how does a little girl
Yet, how does a little girl...
Become someone like me
...transform into someone like me?
I didn't mean to break my mother's heart, my father's faith
Unintentionally, I caused heartbreak to my mother and shattered my father's faith.
I'd always been their simple child, the kind that's warm and graceful
I had always been their straightforward and warm child, characterized by grace.
My auburn hair tied with a bow flowed like a gentle river
My auburn hair, adorned with a bow, flowed gracefully like a gentle river.
Until I took it in my hand and with my blade did sever
Yet, I chose to cut it with a blade, symbolizing a drastic change.
This is who I was born to be
Embracing my true self, the person I was destined to become.
Still, how does a little girl
Still, how does a little girl...
Become someone like me
...transform into someone like me?
The day I heard the call, I tended to my father's garden
Upon hearing a divine call, I attended to my father's garden.
I watched a golden light descend upon the Earth and falter
A golden light descended upon the Earth, bringing uncertainty.
An angel whispered in my ear my fate, my sacred duty
An angel revealed my fate and sacred duty in a whisper.
That I must will these stubborn men to fight to save my country
I must compel stubborn men to fight and save my country.
This is who I was born to be
Embracing my true identity and purpose.
Still, how does a little girl
Still, how does a little girl...
Become someone like me
...transform into someone like me?
How does a little girl
Reflecting on the journey, questioning the transformation.
Become someone like me
Reiterating the puzzling process of a little girl becoming the person she is now.
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