Intro
Verse 1
In the kitchen's half-light, I hear the rain,
Rust on the window, dust on the frame.
Dad's old six-string, worn from his hands,
Whispers a story of steel and man.
The mill's silhouette, cold and still,
Echoes of hammers, the foreman's will.
Pre Chorus
I never thought I'd see it fall,
The fire gone out, the whistle's call.
But in the silence, I find your song,
A melody that carries on.
Chorus
In the rust, I hear your voice,
In the echoes, I make my choice.
To carry the flame, to keep it bright,
In the heart of the night.
In the rust, I hear your voice.
Verse 2
The machines stand silent, ghosts of the past,
Memories of mornings, the first shift's blast.
Your calloused fingers, your proud, tired eyes,
The mill was your kingdom, your sunrise.
Now the gates are locked, the fires turned to ash,
But your spirit lingers, a fire's dying flash.
Pre Chorus
I never thought I'd see it fall,
The fire gone out, the whistle's call.
But in the silence, I find your song,
A melody that carries on.
Chorus
In the rust, I hear your voice,
In the echoes, I make my choice.
To carry the flame, to keep it bright,
In the heart of the night.
In the rust, I hear your voice.
(The guitar weeps, a mournful cry,
A cascade of notes, a longing sigh)
Solo
Chorus
In the rust, I hear your voice,
In the echoes, I make my choice.
To carry the flame, to keep it bright,
In the heart of the night.
In the rust, your spirit flies,
A melody that never dies.
In the rust, I hear your voice.
Outro
(The arpeggios fade, the candlelight dims,
The echoes linger, a father's hymns)