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.