"Behind the Smile" is a deeply introspective and emotional song that explores the hidden struggles and internal battles people face while maintaining a facade of strength and normalcy. The lyrics delve into themes of vulnerability, isolation, and the weight of unspoken pain, capturing the tension between outward appearances and inward realities.

Behind the Smile

"Generation Generation" is a satirical and introspective song that critiques the modern culture of creativity facilitated by artificial intelligence and digital tools. It explores the irony of claiming artistic greatness without engaging in traditional forms of effort or mastery. The lyrics highlight themes of superficiality, borrowed inspiration, and self-deception in an era where technology makes creation accessible but often devoid of authenticity or depth.

Generation-Generation

"Good Days, Simpler Times" is a heartfelt and nostalgic memorial tribute to a father, capturing the enduring bond between parent and child through shared memories and the passage of time. It reflects on the simplicity and beauty of life’s quiet moments while exploring themes of love, loss, legacy, and the ways memories sustain us.

Good Days, Simpler Times

"Pretty in Public (Ugly Inside)" is a poignant and critical exploration of the superficial nature of modern fame and the emotional toll it takes on those who pursue it. The song delves into the duality of public personas and private struggles, revealing the emptiness and pain that often lies beneath a carefully curated exterior. It is a commentary on the impact of social media, the pursuit of validation, and the loss of authenticity.

Pretty in Public

This playful, whimsical holiday tune tells the hilarious tale of a husband who finds himself outsmarted by his wife's determined holiday wish for a Highland cow. Packed with clever rhymes and vivid imagery, the song chronicles the suspicious signs that something furry—and very large—is amiss in their home. From hay in the pantry to horn-marked walls, the husband's growing unease is matched only by his wife's innocent denials.

The comedic build-up crescendos to a festive twist on Christmas morning, when the mystery is unwrapped—literally—to reveal not one, but two Highland cows as the ultimate holiday surprise. With its catchy chorus, humorous verses, and a lighthearted spin on holiday mischief, A Mooey Christmas captures the spirit of love, laughter, and a touch of barnyard charm.

Perfect for anyone who’s ever loved a quirky Christmas story, this song delivers "moo-tide cheer" and reminds us that sometimes, the best gifts are the most unexpected!

My wife said, "Dear, a Highland cow,
Would make my Christmas bright."
I said, "No way, we’ve got no space,"
But it began that night.

Now Every day, there’s something strange,
Little clues that something’s off.
A tuft of fur, a grassy smell—
An animal-like cough.

There’s hay in the pantry and tracks the hall.
And I swear I saw horn marks across the wall.
She says I’m crazy, but I know somehow,
She’s hiding a massive, fluffy cow.

The bathroom mirror was fogged with steam,
And a large nose print marked the glass.
The garage smells like a barnyard,
And my toolbox is full of tall grass.

The curtains bulge, the closet creaks,
There’s a moo I swear I heard.
She shrugs it off with a nervous laugh,
“Must’ve been a passing bird.”

Chorus
It’s a Mooey Christmas, a bovine charade,
My wife’s got secrets, a livestock parade.
I check the basement, she locks the door,
And now I see hoofmarks across the floor

Bridge
She’s crafting wreaths with hay and twine,
The dog won’t enter the hall.
I found a brush the size of a rake—
This isn’t normal at all.

I caught her knitting couch-sized sweaters.
She thinks I don’t notice the signs
I asked her once, “Is there a cow in this house?”
She said, “Of course there's not a bovine...
...That would be... absurd. Probably.”

The dog won’t stop barking at something unseen.
And the earthy smell's stronger each day
The Christmas tree had horns last night
And I found a bucket of grain

On Christmas morning, under the tree,
A giant wrapped box stood to the side
I opened it up and staring at me
Was a Highland cow waiting inside.

I stared in shock, my wife just grinned,
“I knew you’d love her, dear!”
And now we’ve got a mooing guest,
To bring us festive cheer.

I told her "this really can't work."
But she said "no wait - there's actually two"
I turned around and in the hall
I was greeted with a loud moo. 

Final Chorus
It’s a Mooey Christmas, my wife got her pet,
The last two weeks just showed how.
Despite seeming absurd, I lost my bet  
And we have a Christmas herd now.

Mooey Christmas to all with mule-tide cheer! 





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"United We Stand, Divided We Fall" is an anthemic call to unity and collective strength, reflecting on the dangers of division and the transformative power of coming together. It blends poetic imagery and emotional resonance, addressing themes of partisanship, shared humanity, and the hope for a brighter future.

[Verse 1]
We draw our lines, we plant our flags,
Shouting over the growing cracks.
But when the earth begins to quake,
Our walls will fall, our bonds will break.

From every voice, a different cry,
But we forget the reason why.
We’re stronger when we bridge the divide,
Together we rise, side by side.

[Chorus]
United we stand, divided we fall,
Can’t build a future with our backs to the wall.
One heart, one voice, let’s answer the call,
United we’re free, divided we fall.

[Verse 2]
The banners wave, the colors fly,
Blinding us to the common sky.
We fight for names, for fleeting power,
While freedom fades by the hour.

But deep inside, we all can feel,
The dream we share, the hope that’s real.
A brighter world where we all belong,
If we hold the tune of the same song.

[Chorus]
United we stand, divided we fall,
Can’t build a future with our backs to the wall.
One heart, one voice, let’s answer the call,
United we’re free, divided we fall.

[Bridge]
What good are chains of red and blue,
When they keep us from what’s true?
A better way is within our hands,
If we rise above and take a stand.

[Chorus]
United we stand, divided we fall,
The time has come to tear down it all.
With open hands, we can stand tall,
United we’re free, divided we fall.

[Outro]
So let the walls come tumbling down,
Let love and hope be the sound.
Together we’ll rise, one and all,
United we stand, divided we fall.

United We Stand, Divided We Fall

I walk through the woods, a quiet path
Your creation fills my heart, and my soul
Oh Lord, in nature, your beauty is found
your peace calms and makes me feel whole

The rippling waves on the lake soothe my mind
The breeze through the pines whispers soft
The birds sing their songs, and creation resounds.
A hymn of the earth chording off

Chorus
A song of peace flows soft and true,
Its melody a sweet embrace.
It carries hope through skies so blue,
And fills the world with grace.
A song of peace in quiet woods,
Its harmony drifts through the trees.
It dances where the still breeze stood,
A gentle tune that frees.

The crickets join in with their chorus of hope
Fireflies dance to their tune
A barn owl calls out unrequited, forlorn
Squirrels play under the moon

In the stillness I pause taking space to reflect
I feel free and unhurried by time
I touch the soft stem of a dew covered leaf  
I say a prayer to quiet my mind

Chorus
A song of peace flows soft and true,
Its melody a sweet embrace.
It carries hope through skies so blue,
And fills the world with grace.
A song of peace in quiet woods,
Its harmony drifts through the trees.
It dances where the still breeze stood,
A gentle tune that frees.

This world that You made is a gift from above,
Your glory surrounds in the stillness I feel,
It speaks of Your mercy, it sings of Your love.
And draws in my heart to heal.

Your peace speaks softly without a word.
In Your creation, my soul finds its rest,
This quiet speaks Your grace to me.
In Your love, Lord, my heart is blessed.

In stillness, Lord, Your voice I hear,
Within Your care, I truly am blessed.
Your peaceful whispers draw me near,
And call me to Holy rest.


HolyRest

(Verse 1)
The boisterous barbarian’s the first through the door,
With a mighty roar and an axe to the floor.
He’s loud, he’s reckless, he smashes and bashes,
Leaving behind nothing but rubble and ashes.

Then there’s the bard, with a smile on his face,
Singing songs of love to every foe in the place.
He’s charismatic, cheerful, and a lover of life,
But his serenades rarely save us from strife.

(Chorus)
We roll the dice, through danger we go,
With laughter, disasters, and tales to show.
We’re bold, we’re reckless, we’re barely alive,
But somehow, together, we always survive!

(Verse 2)
The halfling thief sneaks with a gleam in her eye,
Every shiny bauble just too hard to pass by.
“Oh look, a gem!” she whispers with glee,
But it’s a cursed trap—oh, woe to she!

The sorceress follows with a sultry grin,
Her magic beguiles, she always wins.
With a flick of her wrist, enemies comply,
No one can resist her enchanting lie.

(Chorus)
We roll the dice, through danger we go,
With laughter, disasters, and tales to show.
We’re bold, we’re reckless, we’re barely alive,
But somehow, together, we always survive!

(Bridge)
The cleric’s at the back, shaking her head,
“Why can’t you be careful? You’ll end up dead!”
She’s the healer, the mender, the patcher of bones,
But she’s running out of potions and tired of their groans.

And don’t forget the baby dragon, so small,
Our loyal little pet who’s quiet through it all.
With a flick of its tail and a puff of flame,
It saves us from danger for the thrill of  the game.

(Verse 3)
Deep in the cavern, goblins jump from the dark,
The barbarian bellows, “Time to make my mark!”
The thief finds the gold, the bard plays a tune,
The sorceress charms, “You’ll behave soon.”

But when things go south, and our luck runs dry,
The cleric’s there, with a frustrated sigh.
And just as the goblin king readies his knife,
The baby dragon leaps in and saves our life!

(Chorus)
We roll the dice, through danger we go,
With laughter, disasters, and tales to show.
We’re bold, we’re reckless, we’re barely alive,
But somehow, together, we always survive!

(Outro)
So here’s to the barbarian who bashes with glee,
And the bard who loves everyone they see.
To the sneaky thief, drawn to glitter and gold,
And the sultry sorceress, clever and bold.

To the weary cleric, who keeps us intact,
And the baby dragon, our silent pact.
Together we stumble, together we rise,
In the world of adventure, we roll for our lives!

(Final Chorus, louder than before!)
We roll the dice, through danger we go,
With laughter, disasters, and tales to show.
We’re bold, we’re reckless, we’re barely alive,
But somehow, together, we always survive!

Roll the Dice revised

"Abide and Thrive"

(Verse 1)
You call us to abide in You, the vine where life begins,
Through every branch, Your love flows deep, transforming from within.
Rooted in Your promise, Lord, we seek to bear good fruit,
A thriving faith, a vibrant grace, our lives in You made true.

(Chorus)
Abide and thrive, in Christ we find
A flourishing that lights the mind.
With clarity, in joy we sing,
In kinship bound, Your love we bring.
Through witness bold and hearts aligned,
We thrive, O Lord, as Your design.

(Verse 2)
You teach us to embrace the gift, abundance from Your hand,
To see the riches all around, and boldly take a stand.
For neighborhoods and lives to bloom, we work, we love, we share,
In kinship with our neighbor’s need, Your presence meets us there.

(Chorus)
Abide and thrive, in Christ we find
A flourishing that lights the mind.
With clarity, in joy we sing,
In kinship bound, Your love we bring.
Through witness bold and hearts aligned,
We thrive, O Lord, as Your design.

(Bridge)
Not by strength, not by might,
But by Your Spirit’s guiding light.
In every season, You remain,
Through drought or flood, through joy or pain.

(Chorus)
Abide and thrive, in Christ we find
A flourishing that lights the mind.
With clarity, in joy we sing,
In kinship bound, Your love we bring.
Through witness bold and hearts aligned,
We thrive, O Lord, as Your design.

(Outro)
Abide in us, as we abide in You,
Make us a people faithful and true.
Together we flourish, together alive,
In Your love eternal,

we abide and thrive.

Thrive

“Broken Believer” is a hauntingly honest journey through the soul of someone who once believed the church was flawless—and later discovered its fractures. With poetic depth and emotional candor, the song traces the arc from innocent faith to spiritual exhaustion, from devotion to disillusionment, and finally, to a quiet rediscovery of grace.

Once, I knelt with unscarred knees,
In sanctuaries warm with song
Where trust came easy, faith came free,
And every heart felt it belonged.

I drank the cup of zeal and youth,
Took in the good, dismissed the gray,
Believed the church was built on truth,
And saints could never lose their way.

But years beneath the steepled strain,
Revealed the cracks beneath the creed
Where love turns law, and grace to chain,
And mercy bends to power and need.

I am a broken believer, burdened by the weight,
Of holy ambitions and unholy scars
Beneath this pain, I still await
The whisper of God through the silence of stars.

I’ve seen many shepherds lose their sight,
While tending fires they cannot feed,
I’ve watched them barter wrong for right,
And call their empire ministry.

The faithful burn until they fade,
The kind grow quiet, the brave grow numb,
The hopeful pray the debts they’ve paid
Shall count for something should kingdom come.

I am a broken believer, left hollowed and bruised,
seeking repentance and longing for more
Hiding in pain yet I’ve not refused
The God who weeps at the church’s door.

There is a grace that grieves with me,
A Christ who trembles when I fall,
Who does not flinch at heresy,
But bears the wounds that built it all.

So let the cynic say I’m spent,
And let the holy call me frail,
My faith’s a cracked and crooked tent,
Yet still it catches heaven’s gale.

I am a broken believer - here I stand unmasked,
Held by a love too fierce to flee,
And if redemption’s the hardest task,
Then God is still redeeming me.

So here I kneel, longing for grace,
Burned out, exhausted, I yield.
I may be broken but know there's hope
For even the shattered may be healed.

Thrive

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