"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 yo' left from yo' right
I am the ballot in yo' box, the bullet in yo' 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 'til the war is won"