One night I had a wondrous dream,
one set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
but mine where not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
and I asked her, "What have we here?
These prints are round and large and neat
but much too big to be 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 one must rise and take a stand
or leave their butt prints in the sand.
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