Tonight, I heard the story
of a man, his God,
and some footprints in the sand.

It made me pause to reflect
upon this path I've been led down.

I look to my past.
Where once there were two sets of impressions
now rest only one.
There WERE two, weren't there?
I can't see that far back.
It's been miles since then.
But you told me there were two
and I've always trusted you.

Now, though, when it matters most,
when dreams have turned to nightmares
and hearts to stone,
Only one set of prints can be found.

My eyes to the stars,
I ask God if he's still here
and hear nothing but the ringing in my ears.

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