i am the stone that the building refused, i am the visual and the insperation that makes ladies sing the blues, i am the spark that makes your idea bright, the same spark that lights the way so u know your left from your right, i am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun, the inner glow to let you know to call your brother son, the story that has begun, the promise of whats to come, and i wil remain a warrior even after the war is won