Show Them The Way

Please God, show 'em the way
Please God, on this day
Spirits all given the strength
Peace can come if you really want it
I had a fragile dream
In a grey house in the Hamptons
I’d been there before
Singing songs and doing benefits
Was in a room alone
Putting on my makeup
Like so many things that come to me
The dress came across the Persian carpet
As I fell into the dress
A thought came to me
Into my heart
I have a dream
And a door opened
I turned to face the music
I was ready for the Kennedy’s
I don’t know if it was 1960 or 1963
Everything was timeless, even me
I wasn’t old, I wasn’t young
I was just part of their dream
A shadow walked with me down the hall
It was Martin Luther King
All in shadow, all before me
Overwhelmed by destiny
Someone said, «Sing us a song
There’s a piano» and handed me a drink
The room was full of hope
A song would set them free