Rane One

I am the stone that the builder refused. I am the visual, the inspiration that makes ladies 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 your box, the bullet in the gun, the inner glow that let's you know to call your brother son. The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come, and I will remain a soldier until the war is won.