Wrong end of a .45

I’m on the wrong end of a .45

did I think I’d end up here?

wondering if I’ll make it out alive

I only went to Walmart

went to buy my kid some clothes

the senses here do overload

I’m just minding by business

getting what I need

when lo and behold

someone comes for me

I guess the odds were good

I’d end up here and all

after all, I live in America

home of the guns for one and all

I hope my son doesn’t blame himself

for the actions of this day

I just couldn’t escape

not once the gunman looked my way

perhaps, I’ll be named

on the news tonight at 5

they‘ll send their

thoughts and prayers

say “she’s way too young to die”

but tomorrow they’ll name another

who’s on the wrong end of a gun.

“I guess this is the end, but I feel I’ve only just begun.”