Oh Mr. King
When Mr. King took the stage,
How tear-stained the sky looked that day,
Each person sitting looked nervous and bored,
Until he spoke, and inside of each of us, a spirit awoke,
And I felt so alive, I wanted to reach out and touch the sky,
To take Mr, King's words to man up high,
So he could take those earth-shaking words,
And sprinkle their wisdom on all the haters,
The prejudiced, and the racist,
Oh Mr. King,
When you spoke,
I finally felt like I was living.
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