To Tom who died on May 13, 1988 after jumping in front of a bullet that was meant for me.

As I sit here and watch the sun go down
I think about all the times I almost went down
The Chicago area is where it always went down

Bad neighborhoods, bad kids, always guns
I didn’t really know how to run
I always stood my ground when they waved a gun

I lost my baby’s daddy to a gun
He knew how to run
Instead he jumped in front of the gun

The sun set on that fateful day
The sun set on Tom that day
I wish he hadn’t died that day

I gave birth to my son alone
I had wanted to be alone
I’m no longer alone

I found love after I learned to run
I ran when he waved that gun
Damn am I glad I learned to run