[Verse 1]
Ten years
Twenty-seven dresses
A calico kaleidoscope, scraps of her story sewn together
Grandma made that suit of armor and I laid it on my bed
Just a quilt that no one noticed, but I did
Just a memory, a piece of me that meant everything
Just things

[Chorus]
When does a phoenix learn how to fly?
Do I get my wings when I stop asking why?
How do I start moving on and moving past
Stop holding on, looking back
When God's hell bent on making me a fighter?
Forged in the fire

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-ooh

[Verse 2]
Three days
Seven pairs of hands
It took searching for something more for me to understand
That anything and everything, even the kitchen sink
It's just things