In the shower or in the kitchen,
In the living room, shakin’ and kickin’.
In the car at the red light,
Giving other drivers’ a fright.
No matter the music,
Whatever gets me groovin’.
I’ll sing the high notes of a song,
Even if I get a pitch or two wrong.
Songs from my past are the best,
Remembering current ones is a test.
When my voice doesn’t feel like singing,
I continue with lip-syncing.
There is something about singing,
That helps my life have meaning.
Honestly, singing is something I enjoy,
But only in private because I am coy.
There is no guarantee I sound any good,
But man, does it uplift my mood.