I
am the stone that the builder refused,
I am the visual,
the inspiration
that made ladies 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'm the ballet in the box,
The bullet in the gun,
The inner glow that let's you know to call you're brother son,
The story the just begun,
The promise of whats to come,
And I will remain a Soldier til' the war is won.