by halophoenix
I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
that made lady sing the blues
I am 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’m-a remain a soldier until the war is won
It looks an awful lot like a Lotus, but I think it was inspired by, not quite the same. :D
lol, PuddlePuff - it sounded kinda like a spaceship, you know? That kind of low rumble and then WOOOOSH as he flew down the street!