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I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady Sing the Blues...

I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right...

I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know
To call your brother sun...

The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm a remain a soldier 'till the war is won