♪ I am the stone that
the builder refused ♪


♪ I am the visual, the inspiration
that made the 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 the 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'ma remain a soldier
till the war is won ♪