Lyrics By: J.G. Argo ©2026 [Intro – low tribal drums + distant choir pad, spoken/narrative] I dream-walked through a room That time said was closed Wooden pews breathing dust Like they still knew my bones A ghost in a collar Still teaching the same But the man was gone Only the echo had a name (Low tribal drum enters…) [Verse 1 – polished, lyrical] I kept changing my shirt Like skin couldn’t contain Missing buttons where Conviction once reigned Every reflection I faced Said, “This self is untamed” Pulling threads together From a life unclaimed [Pre-Chorus – tension build] And I felt all those eyes From a life I outgrew Asking, “Who are you now If it’s not what we knew?” [Chorus – explosive, wide, arena-ready] I’m not who I was But I’m not undone Just sewing new skin In the light I’ve become Threadbare halo Falling from my head But love holds tighter Than the fear I shed I don’t need heaven To tell me I’m whole I’m stitched back together With a wandering soul [Verse 2 – tribal flute enters subtly] There was yarn in her hands Not doctrine or stone Just soft human mercy Saying, “You’re not alone” Not perfect repairs Not factory clean But something that held Where the silence had been [Pre-Chorus – stronger build] And my parents stood there In the frame of the past Watching me choose What I’d carry at last [Chorus] I’m not who I was But I’m not undone Just sewing new skin In the light I’ve become Threadbare halo Falling from my head But love holds tighter Than the fear I shed I don’t need heaven To tell me I’m whole I’m stitched back together With a wandering soul [Bridge – spoken/rap hybrid] The teacher is silent The building still stands But meaning’s not trapped In the weight of old hands I won’t burn the past down I won’t wear it again I’ll carry the lesson But choose how it ends No altar required No shame in my seams Just breath in my chest And a thread through my dreams [Final Chorus – full cinematic lift] I’m not who I was But I’m finally real No borrowed convictions No manufactured zeal Threadbare halo Let it fall away I found my becoming In walking away Not broken — becoming Not lost — just evolved I’m held by the love That I finally called
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