Revolution

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration, that made lady sings 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
That 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
Til' the war is won