Listening back on it now, and certainly in light of last summer's tragedy in Charleston, I thought these particular words took on new meaning:
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes
You may kill me with your hatefulness
But still, like air, I rise!
Remembering anyone or anything can be a tricky thing. If all we do is remember, we kind of miss the point. By looking back today, let's not forget to keep looking - and moving - forward. Persistently, stubbornly, hopefully.