I am the stone that the builder refused. I am the visual, the inspiration that made ladies sing the blues. I'm the spark that makes your ideas bright, the same spark that lights the dark so that you can know your left from your right. I am the ballet in your box, the bullet in the gun, the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother "son". The story has just begun, the promise of what's to come. And I'ma remain a soldier 'till the war is won.