• 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