It's the Bones

It's the hurt, It's the pain. It's all the things you tell yourself you'll never Do again. It's the past, it's the ghost. It's the broken bits and pieces that you buried Long ago. It's the bones. It's the dirt, It's the thorns. It's the skeletons you try to hide, The ones you can't ignore. It's the road, it's the path. Then you walk the straight and narrow, And there ain't no turning back. It's the bones. Ooh. It's the shady little secrets that you're keeping to Yourself. When you're down there on your knees, It's the reason you confess. It's the burden you carry if you Dare. It's the bones. Ooh. Then it's out, Then it's clear. It's the feeling that you get when those demons Disappear. It's the strength, It's the hope. It's the power of forgiveness when you finally let 'em go. It's the bones. Ooh. It's the shady little secrets you're keeping to Yourself. When you're down there on your knees, It's the reason you confess. It's the bones. Ooh.