The Boy's Clothes (Joan of Arc)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your voices came like synaptic fire,
electrical storms that wired you whole—
mirror neurons firing in a crowded room,
seeing god's own army march through your small bones.
You took the reins because the voices said,
and your hands knew the weight before your hands were born.

[Chorus]
You are the banner I was waiting for,
the clarion bloom that bloomed in ash and roar,
your armor singing frequencies no one else could hear—
you are the proof that certainty can live right here,
you are the proof that certainty can live right here.

[Verse 2]
The court physicians couldn't map your theta waves,
couldn't measure how your hippocampus consolidated visions
into battle-maps your body already knew.
Cortical remapping: every synapse bent toward the banner's pole,
long-term potentiation burning deeper with each mile ridden.
Your predictive coding ran so far ahead it looked like prophecy.

[Chorus]
You are the banner I was waiting for,
the clarion bloom that bloomed in ash and roar,
your armor singing frequencies no one else could hear—
you are the proof that certainty can live right here,
you are the proof that certainty can live right here.

[Bridge]
Axonal branching through the French countryside,
neurogenesis in the spaces where doubt used to breathe.
Your interoception felt the kingdom's trembling—
proprioception of a nation's spine.
The flames couldn't burn what was already light.

[Chorus]
You are the banner I was waiting for,
the clarion bloom that bloomed in ash and roar,
your armor singing frequencies no one else could hear—
you are the proof that certainty can live right here,
you are the proof that certainty can live right here.

[Outro]
The banner still flies in the synaptic dark,
still furling and unfurling in ten thousand minds at once,
still held by your electric, unconorroded hands.

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**WORD COUNT: 286 words** ✓