At the solemn funeral of Ozzy Osbourne, amidst a sea of rock legends dressed in black leather, a small, unexpected figure appeared on stage: Dolly Parton. Forgoing a long introduction, she simply offered a gentle smile and said, “The world knew the Prince of Darkness, but I was fortunate enough to know the sweet soul within.” Then, she strummed the opening chords of “Mama, I’m Coming Home.” But instead of the roar of rock and roll, it was a lullaby. Her clear country voice transformed the power ballad into a farewell hymn. The gentle, heartfelt melody rang out, moving the toughest rockers in the room to silently wipe away their tears. When the final lyric, “Mama, I’m coming home…”, faded into the air, the entire theater fell silent. No one could have imagined that the most perfect farewell for a god of rock would come in the form of a country ballad. In that moment, music had erased all boundaries.