The Race We Win When No One Falls

I chased the wind, I ran so hard, thought winning was the only art Pushed others down, just to get ahead, left good intentions left unsaid "Gotta be the one, the fastest, best," I whispered in my troubled quest Ignored the tears, the stumbling steps, just focused on my measured preps. My eyes fixed firm upon the prize, reflections blurred in weary eyes Thought victory was mine to claim, by shouting loud my own proud name Believed the lie, that strength was shown, by standing on a victor's throne And if another fell behind, it meant that glory would be mine. Oh, the race we run, when hearts grow cold, a lonely story to unfold Where every triumph feels so brief, a hollow prize, a silent grief The crown of thorns, upon your brow, when no one's standing with you now This ain't the race, the good Lord planned, to leave a brother in the sand. Then came the quiet, dawning light, in shadows of a lonely night The trophies tarnished, gleam now lost, at what a lonely, bitter cost For being "best" ain't meant to last, a fleeting echo from the past The cheering fades, the crowds disperse, just emptiness, a silent curse. Oh, the race we run, when hearts grow cold, a lonely story to unfold Where every triumph feels so brief, a hollow prize, a silent grief The crown of thorns, upon your brow, when no one's standing with you now This ain't the race, the good Lord planned, to leave a brother in the sand. My Mama told me, pure and true, "Son, give your best in all you do. Don't seek to be THE best, my child, that path will leave your spirit wild. For there's but one, who wears that crown, and it's a burden, weighing down. But do YOUR best, with all your might, and help your neighbor find their light." Now every day, the sun ascends, a journey shared with trusted friends My victory's in the helping hand, a joyful song across the land When someone falters, takes a spill, I'm there to lift them up the hill For when we rise, together strong, that's where true victory belongs. Oh, the race we win, when spirits rise, and joy lights up a thousand eyes! When every step is taken true, and love guides all that we pursue No one falls behind, no one's alone, the seeds of kindness we have sown This is the race, the good Lord blessed, where every soul can find its rest! Yeah, the race we win... when no one falls... Just doing our best... and answering freedom's call... Together now... hand in hand... Across this promised land... Amen.