last night I had a wonderous dream,
one set of footprints there was seen,
the footprints of the godess they were
but mine were not along the shore.
Then some stranger prints appeared,
I asked my goddess "what have we here?
these prints are large and flat and neat,
and much too big to be made from feet."
"My child" she said in somber tones
"for miles I carried you alone,
I challenged you to walk in faith,
but you refused and made me wait.
you would not learn you would not grow
the walk of faith you would not know
so I got tired, I got fed up
and there I dropped you on your butt.
because in life there comes a time
when one must fight and one must climb,
when ine must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt-prints in the sand.
