I am the stone that builder refused,
I am the visual The inspiration That made ladys 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 story that just begun The promise of what's to come And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won.
enough said
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