If she's happy, let her sing. this remind me of a old song i knew. it was about a man that sang so bad at church, the preacher and the choir ask him to stop singing, he sang because he was joyful! it broke his heart to think he was messing the church goer singing and he stop
when he didn't come to church soon, they stop by to see why he didn't show? when they got to his house, they found he was dead! in his hand was a songbook of songs he use to sing in church, but because he was a nice person and care for others, they now felt guilty for his kindness to others in need is gone and they knew how he cared, so now the bad singing didn't mean anything anymore because they miss his gentle ways and kindness
i had many friends in my life that could not sing, but i just smile knowing they were happy and not as lucky as some of us and didn't know they could not carry a tune
some of them are now gone and i miss them, but i felt good for not saying they could not sing, because i miss them being around to talk to keep from being lonely as much
my mom could sing, but even if she couldn't. i still miss her as much. i still feel gulity, i never told her how nice she sang