Matches Soft Strike

[Intro]

(Strike) Soft spark —

Room leans in

[Verse 1]

Quiet kitchen, empty chair, a little dark before the day,

I strike a match so soft and small — a careful orange sway;

No drama in the wooden box, just light enough to see,

If starting can be this gentle, then it can start with me.

[Pre-Chorus]

Cup the flame... breathe slow...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Matches soft strike — I'm lighting kind,

Little steady yes inside my hand;

Warm stays soft a little bright, warm stays soft a little bright,

If the room feels safe, that's fair —

Matches soft strike — I'm lighting kind,

Quiet wood and quiet grin;

Warm stays soft a little bright, warm stays soft a little bright,

Strike it once and I begin.

[Verse 2]

Later on the wick is calm, the window holds a pale gold line,

No speech required, just a spark that kept a promise small;

I set the box back on the shelf — the day can find its pace,

Ordinary care in morning light is how I hold the space.

[Pre-Chorus]

Cup the flame... breathe slow...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Matches soft strike — I'm lighting kind,

Little steady yes inside my hand;

Warm stays soft a little bright, warm stays soft a little bright,

If the room feels safe, that's fair —

Matches soft strike — I'm lighting kind,

Quiet wood and quiet grin;

Warm stays soft a little bright, warm stays soft a little bright,

Strike it once and I begin.

[Bridge]

Not every fire needs a roar,

Some of them fit in a soft strike more;

Hope and air in equal parts —

Morning looks good on a careful heart.

[Final Chorus]

Matches soft strike — I'm lighting kind,

Little steady yes inside my hand;

Warm stays soft a little bright, warm stays soft a little bright,

If the room feels safe, that's fair —

Matches soft strike — I'm lighting kind,

Quiet wood and quiet grin;

Warm stays soft a little bright — and I begin,

Strike it once and I begin.

[Outro]

(Strike) Soft spark...

Warm stays soft.