I am the stone that the builders refused,I am the visual,the inspiration,that made the lady's 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 ballot in your box,that rocks the bullet in your gun,the inner glow that let's you know,to call your brother son,the story that just begun,the promise of what's to come,and I'm remain a soldier til the war is won
Chuck,chuck,chuck