“Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
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 the 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 'til the war is won
If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything that's alive is gonna die, where does the sacred part come in?

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It was soo nice seeing you today! Call me sometime
-M.
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