I am the stone that 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 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
And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won
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