The dunes of Christmas
Shore up on Lake Michigan
Again and again
The winds blow snow and rain
Summer and plain winter
To take up the roads of tomorrow
With the winding dunes of today
We prepare for Christmas
To be together in a warm living room
Together we will be
Soon
On the shores of Lake Michigan
The family joins again
in the journey of life
That brings us together
Over the water and
New to the dunes
It is good to see each other
Very soon
Swaying in the palm trees
The last cast of the sunshine rays
Over the mountains
That bring you to the city
Where the flow of wind slows
During the winter
And just the ripe of trees
Set out to see the morning off
Take in the sun of hope
As we learn to love under the
Lights of Christmas Eve
The lights of a desert Christmas
Shine over the valley
Sparkling reds and greens
In unison
Come together
Over the dim light night sky
And waning
A simple sway of the palm trees
Brings good memories
Of Cactus in bloom
In the evening news
So take this Christmas
And live with every sweet breathe
I take
The coffin hopes of the world
From birth to grave
The worlds finest hours
Bring out what we can save
Take it lightly and go forth
Make the world a place to be proud of
Before it’s too late
In the depth of fog
And cold
That has brought upon the season of Christmas
The last leaf
Hangs in the distance
As we prepare our fireplaces and hearths
For a distant glow
Of warmth
The last leaf holds hearty in the season
Giving us hope
For life amidst the darkness
Can life be abundant
In the adversity
Of the season of retreat
Rather
Can the fruits of life
Be born
From underneath
So take the hold of a new life
In a winter of darkness
The flower blooms up
From the death and frozen
Below
Tinderbox of the world
Waiting for the match
That can undue the progress
But alas
Is it even the fear
That we have
But rather we must see
The hope through the ashes
From a world
That has been pulled back
From the ledge
Of the depth of brashness
Undone from the beginning gun
Run
Run
From the losses that reign
Triumphant over humanity
Take the feather of the bird
And place it in your hand
Only to have the wind blow away the
Delicate fibers
Then you will understand
News upon the horizon
Can spell disaster now
Upon the once great
Old town
I am inspired in the truth
So we must be fearless
To not back down
In the darkness of night
What has made us so fearful
Must come out right
To the truth of life
We must address the truth
And be willing to see it through
A Cup of Songwriting 