I am the stone that the builder refused.
I am the visual,
the inspiration
that made ladys sing the blues.
I am 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 your box,
the bullet in your gun,
that inner glow
that lets you know
to call your brothers son.
The story that just begun,
the promise of what's to come
and Ill remain a soldier
til' the war is won.
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