stafford

I am the stone that the builder refused... I am the visual... the inspiration that makes lady sings the blues... I'm the spark that makes your idea bright... the same spark that lights the dark so you know your left from your right... I am the ballot in your box... the bullet in the gun... the interglow that lets you know to call your brother son... the story has just begun... I'm the promise of what's to come... and I'm going to remain a soldier 'til the war is won...