👩🦰 ANNA C. WAIT (verse 1) I carved type from borrowed wood, Pressed truth where silence stood. Each page a letter home, a light — To keep the fire for our right. 👩⚖️ LILLA D. MONROE (verse 2) I crossed the courtroom floor in lace, Their laughter met me, face to face. But law’s not forged by suits and swords — It bends to voices once ignored. 🔥 CHORUS (DUET) 🎵 We dipped our pens in inkwells of power, Told the stories, kept the hour. They wrote us out, we wrote back in — A thousand truths beneath our skin. 🧾 ANNA (verse 3) The Beacon lit a hundred towns, In kitchens, barns, and dusty gowns. My press was powered by the will — Of women rising, rising still. ⚖️ LILLA (verse 4) I penned their pain, their births, their loss, No judge could hold what they embossed. They bore the weight, they fed the fire, And struck their names across the wire. 🎶 CHORUS (DUET – LIFTED) 🎵 We dipped our pens in inkwells of power, Time won’t erase what we made ours. The ballots came, but first — the words, The stories Kansas finally heard. ✨ BRIDGE (SPOKEN over harmony) ANNA: “You think a printing press is just paper and clank?” LILLA: “It’s a canon.” ANNA: “It’s a choir.” BOTH: “It’s the voice of every woman who dared to inspire.” 🎤 FINAL CHORUS (STRIPPED, A CAPPELLA) 🎵 Inkwells of power, lanterns of grace, We lit the way for a better place. Our names may fade — but not the light — The ink still burns in Kansas night.
