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I am the stone that the 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 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'mma remain a soldier till the war won I am the stone that the 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 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'mma remain a soldier till the war is won