Matches

Sharp cold, so dark, it's a new day my hand me down shoes Bruised by the landscape abused, corroding when the snow comes Frostbite on my face it hurts, but I'm feeling so numb I see food from a window view crept along cold and I'm blue Nothing in my pockets, but matches for a flame so I strike a match and feel the warmth Smell ashes in the alleyway, God, an infinite when it's lit I forget the howling wind and the situation I'm in As fast as the fire warms the faster it dies out My fingers are frozen under these clouds Striking matches on the wall I'm stalling, but I'm falling like some leaves, but the matches to the wall Makes me feel so free Dear ghosts, do you see through Do you see me becoming you God have mercy on me I'm on my last few matches, forgive me for my sins I'm reflecting on my actions Just let me live just one more match so I can strike it again So I can see my own light when my time ends And I lay there shedding tears, but they're freezing on my flesh As the ice hits my ears. all I do is smile I've been through all my trials My corpse will be recycled into soil in this cycle Nothing in my pockets, but matches for a flame so I strike a match and feel the warmth Smell ashes in the alleyway, God And now I'm dead, blooming into flowers Growing in my roots, spreading every hour painful memories devoured When they left like seeds Helping grow hurt into new flowers On nights like these Pain comes and goes, but life is so precious So I light a match to send out a message A torch in the wreckage Strike a match for an answer I'm writing in pain I'm writhing in pain Our hurt is the same