Wait in the Truck

(Vibe: “wait in the truck” — intervention; twist: veteran protecting abused neighbor)Tone: Dark, heroic, justice-driven**
Verse 1
She knocked on my door with her face bruised blue,Eyes red raw like she’d cried straight through.Said, “He’s drunk again… please don’t go,”But leaving her there felt colder than snow.I grabbed my keys, tossed her mine—Said, “Get in the truck, you’ll be fine.”Heart thumping like an outbound shell—I’ve seen monsters before. I know them well.
Verse 2
His porch light flickered like a warning sign,But I walked up steady with a soldier’s spine.He opened the door with a sneer so wide—Till he saw the storm I held inside.I didn’t swing first, didn’t bark or shout—Just said, “Your reign ends here, no doubt.”Police sirens echoed before long—Some fights feel damn near like rightin’ wrong.
Pre-Chorus
I ain’t a hero—just a man who knowsWhat happens if no one stands up to blows.
Chorus
Wait in the truck,I’ll handle this fight.Some wounds need justice, not a long goodnight.You’ve suffered enough—Now let me be tough.Wait in the truck…I’ll make it right.
Bridge
Protecting the broken is a soldier’s creed—No matter the war… or who’s in need.

* Instruments: Baritone guitar, heavy drums, low strings, haunting harmonies