Barbara Jean Trenton, aviator of old A shining star in skies, her story to be told Once great, now eclipsed by time and tech But in her mind, she still soars, without a check
Her world was a cockpit, her dreams made of flight But now on the runway, she faces a fight To hold onto memories of past glory The harsh realities of age and industry, a gory
But still she stares at that aircraft so high Remembering the days when she could touch the sky Barbara Jean Trenton, her legacy lives on In the hearts of those who knew her and sing her song.
