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