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’ma remain a soldier till the war is won.

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