From the recordings Afterthought to Afterglow and The Little Wins
"The Little Wins" came from the exhaustion of constantly measuring myself against a world that only celebrates the big victories. For so long, I felt like I was falling short—never the valedictorian, never the promotion, never the fairy-tale ending. But somewhere in the quiet of my darkest days, I started noticing the victories that no one else saw. The mornings I got out of bed when everything felt heavy. The moments I chose kindness over bitterness. The times I kept going when giving up would have been easier. This song is my love letter to those invisible battles—the small, daily acts of resilience that never get applause but are the truest proof of who we are. It's a reminder that survival is its own kind of triumph, and that the little wins? They matter. They've always mattered.
Lyrics
Life has a way of building walls so high
You measure yourself by a star in the sky
And you always fall short, you never quite reach
That picture of success on a faraway beach
I've spent my days chasing the grand design
But the treasure I've found is a quieter kind
It's not in the finish, it's in the crawl
It's the quietest, bravest win of all.
And the little wins don't get a trophy or a stage
No headlines written on a front page
It's not giving up on a dark, dark day
Choosing kindness when my ego wants to have its say
It's choosing understanding over being right
Holding onto hope throughout the night
They may not look like much to a watching world
But they're the battle flags of a heart that's still unfurled.
I used to think strength was a roaring sound
A victory won on contested ground
But now I see it in the gentle hand
That helps me rise when I don't think I can
It's in the breath I take when I want to scream
It's honoring the truth inside a shattered dream
It's getting out of bed and facing the gray
That's a victory I celebrate today.
And the little wins don't get a trophy or a stage
No headlines written on a front page
It's not giving up on a dark, dark day
Choosing kindness when my ego wants to have its say
It's choosing understanding over being right
Holding onto hope throughout the night
They may not look like much to a watching world
But they're the battle flags of a heart that's still unfurled.
They won't carve my name in marble stone
For the battles I have fought alone
But every time I choose to stay and fight
I'm building a different kind of light
A light that's forged in gentle grace
That finds its home in this quiet space.
These little wins, they matter more
Than any prize behind a door
They are the proof of who I am
A resilient, beating, humble heart...
That keeps on going, part by part.
The little wins... they matter.
Yes, they matter.