I hated Red Rover
Red Rover, Red Rover
Send the weak one right over!
It’s a terrible game to inflict such shame
The big and the strong
Treat the weak as wrong
When they call your name
Weakness becomes your fame.
You are the one to blame.
You are the one to shame.
Why do we inflict deep pain?
Why cause shame to flow like rain?
The game never ends.
The strong still rack up the wins.
No matter how old we get
Our longing to win goes unmet.
The direction of our life was set
Making failure a sure bet
But hope springs anew
Time after time as we grew.
We believed deep in our core
That we could do more.
That there is more to our name
Than the brunt of a shame game.
That we are worthy to do right
So we move toward the Light
Until faith becomes sight
And soul fills with might.
