After every storm finally subsides I can hear the ring of a battle cry There among the wounds of my own design Remnants of a girl hiding in plain sight Words I used to say scatter in the light Tried to get it first tried to win the fight And if it isn't wrong, tell me, is it right? All the little things that I left behind I let it settle in, let it calcify Always on the ropes in an endless fight And if it isn't wrong, tell me, is it right? All the little things that I left behind