Make your way through the gates at a certain estate
Through the ranch house doors,
Make your way to the parlor,
There’s a guitar laying there
It belongs to a legendary songstress,
Lyricist, poet
If I mentioned her name, you’d surely know it
Listening to her sing, verse by verse, word by word
Is one of the most beautiful things
that could ever be heard
She’s old now, but that’s okay,
When it’s her time to go & she passes away
She’ll be remembered well for paving the way
For her musical sisters & the songs they play
She kicked down doors, ruffled feathers, rattled cages
To give opportunity to succeed, to women of all ages
By:J.N.R Dutton
