am the stone that tha builder refused
I am the visual
The inspiration
That made ladies sing the bluesI'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark
that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your rightI am the ballot in your box
The bullet in your gun
The inner glow that lets you know
To call your brother son
The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
straight outa sudan
And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won
