Matchstick Memory

[Verse 1] Grandma's hands were stained with phosphorus dreams In the factory down on Wilson Street Found her ID card in a shoebox beneath Faded photographs and poetry [Pre-Chorus] Strike a match in the dark Watch the memories spark All these stories left untold In the Northern cold [Chorus] I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings Trying to fly above these factory things But mama's words are buried in my bones And every poem that she never showed Burns like matchstick memories In the dark they set me free [Verse 2] Three generations of assembly lines Counting minutes till the whistle cries Found mama's notebook, yellow with time Full of verses she left behind [Pre-Chorus] Light another flame Different but the same All these dreams we hold Refuse to fold [Chorus] I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings Trying to fly above these factory things But mama's words are buried in my bones And every poem that she never showed Burns like matchstick memories In the dark they set me free [Bridge] Sometimes I hear the machines at night Singing songs of lives we left behind But in these words, I find my fight Breaking patterns, one line at a time [Outro] Strike me like a match against the wall Watch me burn, watch me rise, watch me fall But I'll write my story after all In the light of the factory hall