I'm back up North again, and thank-you everyone who sent prayers and mojo-I seem to be on the mend and was grateful for all your thoughts-peace-Brad

(A hope for community organizing and social activisism)

They met back in the day, long hair...gonna pave the way
Mover to the 'burbs got a hi-tech job, One kid then another came along...
They were going to save the day-change the world a better day.

Soon the mini-van ruled their world-school, soccer, then home.
Gave the kids everthing they'ld want, a generation with entitlement notched in their belt.
They were going to save the day-change the world a better day.

Day came the youngest left home-she looked around feeling alone.
She talked to the girls-whats up now? Is it my mothers life from now on.
They were going to change the worls-she looked around it was worse.

She packed a bag and headed out the door-grabbed te guitar left the door ajar.
Went back to the old neighborhood-rented a store front she now understood.
She was going to save the day-change he world a better day.

The youngest boy took a risk-stuck his hand through the electronic bubble he wa in.
He saw his neighbor for the first time, saw the skyand stars and started to cry.
He was going to save the day-change the world a better day.

Mother and son working on the streets
Mother passes on her dream.
They both work side by side-changing history in their time
They thought they could save the day, change the world a better day (less info)