In the week after the Marjory Stoneman Douglas shootings, I watched these kids do what adults have been unable to do… what they have been afraid to do. I watched them stand up to power and scream “Enough”. And I watched Fred Guttenberg talk about his amazing daughter Jaimie… I watched Max Schachter read a poem his son Alex wrote a couple of weeks before he was killed. Alex was a marching band kid… like me. And Fred and Max are dads… like me. A week ago today I wrote this song…. For the parents who lost… for the kids who are gone and the ones that survived. And for my own kids, who give me hope that they might build a better world than the one we have given them.