I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual that makes the ladies sing the blues
I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark so you can know your left from your right
I'm the ballet 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 whats to come
And i'm a remain a soilder till the war is won!!