Buried

Ghosts come rattling the chains...
Of things, I'd rather not remember.
Bruises, that have never healed...
Cuts and wounds, that are still tender...
Reminders all surround me...
No matter where I go...
They lay in waiting, there to drown me...
And bring me down below...
Marks on my body, won't come clean...
Some of these stains, just seem to hold...
So, I'm taking it all...everything...
Piles of horrors, left untold.
I'm bringing this dirt down to the grave...
And I'm leavin' it behind...
Giving it over to One....
Who can trade this hurt for something kind...