Ink & Gunpowder

Verse 1 Fog over London, silver and gray, Silk on her shoulders, vows on a tray, Dehlia Jones with a rebel’s poise, Turning down gold for a louder voice. They offered her diamonds, a titled name, A quiet life in a gilded cage, But she tore that lace like a paper lie, Booked a westbound ticket and kissed it goodbye. Pre-Chorus From cobblestone halls to a dust-choked plain, She traded a crown for a printing press and rain. Chorus Oh Dehlia Jones, ink on her hands, Truth in her eyes like shifting sands, Sweet as summer, sharp as a blade, She hunts for the stories men try to shade. Gunpowder air and a notebook tight, She writes down wrong and calls it to light. Verse 2 Cousins in the wild frontier, Perkins blood running strong out here, They tipped their hats to the London rose, Didn’t yet know how far she’d go. Her kindness soft as a church bell chime, But she asks hard questions every time, Sheriffs sweat and gamblers stall When Dehlia’s shadow hits the wall. Pre-Chorus She smiles warm, pours out tea, Then steals the truth so carefully. Chorus Oh Dehlia Jones, pen like a spark, Lighting fuses in the dark, Men line up with whiskey vows, She just tips her hat and lifts a brow. Beauty bright but mind set steel, She writes what the powerful try to conceal. Bridge (low, tense) She walks through alleys thick with lies, Reads the fear in polished eyes, Takes the hands of the poor and worn, Listens close to the tired and torn. She ain’t naïve, she ain’t blind, There’s wolves in suits and wolves in grime, But she’ll face them all with lifted chin, For truth’s the war she’s fighting in. Final Chorus (stronger, fierce) Oh Dehlia Jones, storm in a dress, Mercy in heart, mind relentless, She left behind a velvet throne To build a kingdom of her own. Ink and courage, grace and spine, She’ll print your sins in black and white lines. Outro (soft, resolute) And when the presses start to roll, And secrets crack like brittle coal, You’ll hear her name in every tone — Dehlia Jones… claiming her own.