Unbound

Come to the tomb
  what do you expect to find
Not the cloths laid
  aside, unbound in forgiving
No, we'd like to hold on
  hold on to every insult, every
Time he was beaten
  someone should pay after all
And we cry, cry
  for the emptiness of our revenge
Because the tomb
  isn't about that, it is forgiveness
Unbound and once
  we can unwind our own burial
Cloth we emerge
  into the morning light, freed
Because what was
  taught is not only justice
But forgiveness of all
  which would keep us bound in darkness