The Lab She Built from Sewing Needles

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You bent toward the embryo's dark chamber,
watching nerve fibers sprout like phantom lightning,
synaptic plasticity blooming where nothing grew before.
Your hands steady, your eyes wide—
the axons reached toward that golden drop,
that protein you'd coax from tumors,
proof that cells know how to chase their hunger.
Long-term potentiation strengthened every synapse
the moment you saw it: growth begets growth,
reaching begets reaching.
The microscope revealed what your mind had dared imagine—
nerves don't stop, they axon-branch forever,
cortical remapping singing through every millimeter.

[Chorus]
You are the one who taught the body its own language,
showed us that nerves remember, yearn, rebuild.
Your discovered factor writes the story:
growth is love made visible,
reaching is proof we're alive.

[Verse 2]
In the lab, with your steady hands and patient gaze,
you traced the neurogenesis—
how cells divide, migrate, know their destination.
Mirror neurons fired as you watched nerve fibers find their way,
predictive coding embedded in the tissue itself.
Myelination wrapped around your evidence like silk.
You'd mapped interoception, the body's whispered conversation with itself,
theta waves of discovery humming through your notes.
The nerve growth factor became your testament:
that reaching toward what calls to us is written in our cells.

[Chorus]
You are the one who taught the body its own language,
showed us that nerves remember, yearn, rebuild.
Your discovered factor writes the story:
growth is love made visible,
reaching is proof we're alive.

[Bridge]
Every nerve that finds its target,
every axon that knows where home is—
that's your fingerprint.
Syn-textured, neuro-propulsive, alive.

[Chorus]
You are the one who taught the body its own language,
showed us that nerves remember, yearn, rebuild.
Your discovered factor writes the story:
growth is love made visible,
reaching is proof we're alive.

[Outro]
Still, in every lab, the nerve fiber reaches—
not blindly, but with the ancient memory you gave it,
climbing toward that golden drop of growth,
forever sprouting, forever finding home.