Footprints in the Sky

Under the city, a secret creeps.

Pounding through, 

Black like a cauldron’s brew.

Infallible to chains that bind,

Breaking through the walls it finds.

Under the skin it seeps.

It makes the heart cold sometimes,

Like a shivering blue,

Come to subdue.

Where can one escape

In this dreadful landscape,

In these hard times?

Grandma says count your nickels and dimes,

And keep your head held high,

Watching those footprints in the sky.

Know that when trouble comes, 

Victory, however quiet, drums. 

Read between the lines. 

Watching those footprints in the sky.