She danced in the kitchen while the radio played her song

Belting out lyrics, whether right or wrong.

She purchased hats, all brand new

To give away to disadvantaged youth.

For friends, she’d cook and she’d bake

A healing salve, she would make.

Her laughter she’d share

As if she lived without a care.

You’re not enough, you’re to blame

They’d criticize and harangue.

So, she shrugged and turned with a smile

For the truth had been there all the while.