LYRIC FOR SALE

By Gillespie

I Am the Shroud



Verse 1

They wrapped me here, in borrowed thread,

A quiet tomb, the grieving fled.

But shadows linger, stains remain,

A ghost of love etched in the grain.



Chorus

I am the Shroud, the lines you trace,

A mirror dim, a hidden face.

Not flesh, not bone, but something stays,

A whisper carved in time’s decay.



Verse 2

These hands once lifted hearts from stone,

Now marked by nails, by splinters known.

This brow once kissed by desert skies,

Bears every thorn where mercy lies.



Chorus

I am the Shroud, the lines you trace,

A mirror dim, a hidden face.

Not flesh, not bone, but something stays,

A whisper carved in time’s decay.



Bridge

Do you seek me for what is gone,

A fleeting shadow before the dawn?

Or do you find in threads so torn,

The love that broke through death’s cold storm?



Chorus:

I am the Shroud, a story sewn,

Of wounds endured, of seeds now sown.

Not proof, not doubt, but in between,

The sacred threads of the unseen.



Exit:

They laid me here, but I’m not found,

I am the Shroud—yet I’m unbound.