The Blame

In whatever you do at any place

There are troubles you've got to face

Be it good or bad in the race

 

You have got an account to render

But I tell you to be tender

And break through the fender

 

This is what we call with the name

The blame game

And hope to hold the fame

 

Sometimes they do scorn

But never morn

For there is hope in the morn

 

The blame is for you and I to take

And so just admit it for God's sake

And the blame, we shall surely rake

 

Don't run away

From the blame of the day

Just stand firm and trod the way

 

Just take it for granted

Like a ship being dismantled

And you shall always be the marked

 

Take the blame

And make it your game

For this makes your name