I am the stone that builder refusedI am the visual, the inspirationThat made lady sing the bluesI’m the spark that makes your idea brightThe same spark that lights the darkSo that you can know your left from your rightI am the ballot in your box, The bullet in your gunThe inner glow that lets you knowTo call your brother sonThe story that just begunThe promise of what’s to comeAnd I’m ‘a remain a soldier till the war is won.