She Wrote a Song Today

She wrote a song today, you know
She wrote a song, she did
She sang a verse of nothing worse
Than finding what was hid

At first she made the music go
And then she made the words
And when in doubt, she took it out
She threw it to the birds

Her chorus was so promising
Her chorus was a list:
“I am a force to reckon with;
“I have a gospel fist”

She sang and sang and sang-a-lang
She sang in different keys
She sang until her voice was hoarse
She sang until dis-ease

She played and played throughout the day
She played until it hurt
She played it to the endless sea
She played it to the dirt

She wrote a song today, you know
She wrote a song, for me
She sang about the hangman’s doubt
She sang about “to be”