I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight,
his memory is fresh in my mind.
I ‘d like to think he did a little swing in time,
her words, her melody, a smile.
This is a good man we honor today in dreams
a mover with a heart of humble pie.
if Billy might have heard his words imagine,
the groove she’d create in a cadence
that spoke to his hope for a society in change
they could waltz together in a walk,
a stroll that became his march on Washington,
with her crooning voice led the way.
It is difficult to imagine how one life could change
the masses, cause a people to respond
a certain elegance from her, singing the blues,
a reality of time needing change for him.
We celebrate the man that spoke of a freedom,
I somehow have to think when a child,
listening to Billie Holiday speak to the times,
he began to certainly understand peace.
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