The Huguenot Cross

This is my story
A story of hard times hopes and freedom
Made with care and love
I stood out proud on my owners shabby coat
The early sun rays shone down on my polished surface
Reflecting in the water below swish-swash
A sea-blue broach that longed for freedom
I could hear Jen's Heart pumping faster and faster ba-boom ba-boom
He and I both knew that this was our only shot at freedom
Tomorrow the kings men were bound to come and drag us away
To one of the many damp jail cells that are as cold as the South Pole
There were other Huguenots
Loved ones and friends
Who had died there
We were going to die as well if we stayed any longer
The king had once protected us before I was made
Now we are no longer protected we must flee from France
We are on our way to South Africa
A land of new beginnings where crops grow like magic
We are sure to find happiness and freedom there