New York

I am.

Sal

I am the stone that the builder refused, I am the visual, the inspiration, that made ladies sing the blues. I am 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 ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun, the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son. The story that just begun, a promise of what's to come, and I'ma remain a soldier till the war is won.