77. Footsteps In the Sand

Nothing more.

She was brought up

On the rough side of town

With prostitutes on every street corner

And drug dealers all around

She played in overgrown yards

Surrounded by broken down houses

And laid awake at night

To the sound of ambulances

Gunfire was an all too common thing

Hiding had become a way of life

Still she walked to school every morning

She was determined to make her escape

Her future wasn't looking too bright

She was just a girl from the slums

But she had a big brain and even bigger dreams

She would defy all of the odds

Her past was like footsteps in the sand

They would fade with tide and time

They were always behind her

Where she'd been, but not where she was going

Author's Note

The neighborhood surrounding the place where I work is not exactly a nice one! I often see little kids playing in the street and wonder what their futures will be like.