Stress of the day and I long to retreat

I go but one place to wash this way

The bathing room with the comforting seat

Scorns are relieved with the steam of the spray.

Then rises power deep within my soul

And the urge arrives to belt out a song

To express my feelings through sound is my goal

Aretha takes hold for who knows how long.

This superb feeling of one being free

Does not know the words of shame or disgrace

Dropped from the clutches of society

This room is truly a glorious place.

A knock from the one who has been disturbed

I must now conclude for they are perturbed.