Dawn's Last Glow

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Steam rises from the broken train tracks,
Night fades into the gray dawn light,
Last ember burns in the rusted frame,
Echoes of the city's fading name.
Ghosts in the mist, the silence grows,
Fog clings to the edges of the snow,
A whisper of the world's slow decay,
Where the light meets the shadow's way.

[Chorus - low male vocal]
Dawn's last glow,
In the steam and the smoke,
Where the night meets the day,
We are the ghosts of the morning's flame.