WHEN WINTER TURNS
From the Christmas story, WHITE BIRD
A song based on the Christmas story, WHITE BIRD. You can read the story here. Lyrics © 2025 Dennis M. Lowery
I walked long December streets,
wind cuts through the cracks in me.
Past buried in every silent truth,
years of who I swore I’d be…
Cold glass, bending neon light—
mirrored ghosts of what I lacked.
Of more wrongs than I saw right,
old questions linger, pushing back.
Lived behind a door I shut—
afraid to want, afraid to trust.
Sameness, too weak to change.
Plainness with its aching pain…
Until winter turns,
through frozen air,
its hands still grip
to keep me there.
Within a broken heart,
the doubts, an endless churn.
Questioning… a new start…
Can I turn… can I turn…
Built my life on lesser ground,
convinced myself I’d just worn down.
I’d thought the past an iron lock,
time’s ticking hands, a ruthless clock.
Thought of every lesson learned—
of all that was, my what had been…
stripped bare, my conscience burned.
Can I move past my sins….
Maybe… when winter turns.
In your eyes, I recognized
a place to land… a place to rise.
Where heavy hearts can lift,
at the grace of an unexpected gift.
If love calls, will you hear it?
I asked myself that night.
Felt the hope, lift my spirit—
crimson glow, a guiding light.
Every fear that held me here…
are what I leave behind.
The way ahead gettin’ clear—
A different future, mine to find.
When winter turns,
its hard grip gone…
strength found within…
a warmer bond.
Built my life on lesser ground,
convinced myself I’d just worn down.
But my heavy heart did lift,
with the grace of your kiss...
Now winter’s turned…