The Abrupt and Chilling Silent Shift
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@ Shawna Boucher
2025-10-05 01:19:07
Lyrics
The family car, a quiet rolling box,
Riding the highway, past the fields and rocks. Stepmother driving, calm behind the glass, and pleasant moments seeming slow to pass. We watched the world go by, without a fear, believing comfort and protection near.
But then the abrupt and chilling, silent shift,
A reckless turn, a sudden, deadly gift.
The wheel was forced, with purpose cold and strange, to seek a fatal and disastrous change. She drove us hard, eyes fixed upon the brink— a horrifying moment just to think.
The drop appeared, the final, empty air,
And terror froze us, silent in despair.
But even as the edge began to loom, challenging the promise of our doom, my Father moved, a flash of urgent might, to seize the future and restore the light.
And then the abrupt and chilling, silent shift, a reckless turn, a sudden, deadly gift.
The wheel was forced, with purpose cold and strange, to seek a fatal and disastrous change. She drove us hard, eyes fixed upon the brink— A horrifying moment just to think.
He wrestled control from the hand that steered to kill, and turned the metal from the downward will. The tires screamed, a desperate, tearing sound, as safety was reclaimed on solid ground. We sat in stillness, breathless, stunned, and saved, by one man's courage, what his spirit craved: To shield his children from the sudden blow.
He stopped the drive, before the car could go past the point of hope, past the moment of return. The lesson learned was sharp, the fear did burn, but thanks to Dad, the crisis was complete. His strength alone pulled victory from defeat.
Riding the highway, past the fields and rocks. Stepmother driving, calm behind the glass, and pleasant moments seeming slow to pass. We watched the world go by, without a fear, believing comfort and protection near.
But then the abrupt and chilling, silent shift,
A reckless turn, a sudden, deadly gift.
The wheel was forced, with purpose cold and strange, to seek a fatal and disastrous change. She drove us hard, eyes fixed upon the brink— a horrifying moment just to think.
The drop appeared, the final, empty air,
And terror froze us, silent in despair.
But even as the edge began to loom, challenging the promise of our doom, my Father moved, a flash of urgent might, to seize the future and restore the light.
And then the abrupt and chilling, silent shift, a reckless turn, a sudden, deadly gift.
The wheel was forced, with purpose cold and strange, to seek a fatal and disastrous change. She drove us hard, eyes fixed upon the brink— A horrifying moment just to think.
He wrestled control from the hand that steered to kill, and turned the metal from the downward will. The tires screamed, a desperate, tearing sound, as safety was reclaimed on solid ground. We sat in stillness, breathless, stunned, and saved, by one man's courage, what his spirit craved: To shield his children from the sudden blow.
He stopped the drive, before the car could go past the point of hope, past the moment of return. The lesson learned was sharp, the fear did burn, but thanks to Dad, the crisis was complete. His strength alone pulled victory from defeat.
Style of Music
Narrative Folk and Americana Ballad