The wings of butterflies are born through dirt
within small Tennessee homes of the past.
Tragic love songs echo beneath the shirt,
melodic guitars tell stories that last.
Lipstick across a cosmetic made lie
where glamour hides the truth within the mind.
Blonde ambition unable to fly high,
whilst stereotypes are all they can find.
But queen of country reigns supreme with words
derived from Smoky Mountain DNA.
Vocals take flight and soar above the birds
to stay nestled in our minds day by day.
Rhinestones are diamonds; insects are beautiful.
The struggle is always more meaningful.
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