We want her to know we love her, we miss her and we want her to come home. Please call someone.

From the time the idea of the song came to me it's been my vision that the song help people to see this march as more than just a march but a movement.

They're not organized. Nobody has any plans. We're depending upon them for food, water and shelter. Who's in charge?

She's polite, but she's a little naive. That's what worries me.

I was not at the first Million Man March, because at that time I didn't see the value in going. But over the last 10 years I have listened to people tell me how beautiful the day was and how it changed their lives. The words kept coming: 'I'm going to be one in a million, put my name on the roll and let my story be told.' Now it's personal with me.

With the death toll still rising, it will take untold millions of dollars to get back some semblance of life along the nation's Gulf Coast. Most of us will never truly understand what it is like to have your life turned upside down overnight. No place to call your own. To become homeless in a day is unthinkable.