Better left Unsaid

Too many ghosts crowding my bedroom
But they leave when I awake in the gloom
Is there a message here? I won't presume
Life can become your own personal tomb,

I remember hearing church bells down the road
Always happens when life becomes too heavy a load
I hate when I'm in a sentimental mode
Remembering on windy days how her hair flowed,

Never was good at doing what I was told
They say when I was born they broke the  mold
I never was that interested in digging for gold
Lord, too many people who've been bought and sold,

Sitting alone in my room with my thoughts
There in the distance did I hear shots?
Thanks to the fools in the White House connect the dots
That's why my nerves are tied up in knots,

Winter is coming I can feel it in the air
A mixture of emotion confusion and despair
Like trying to find a woman who really cares
Perhaps there's some things I really shouldn't share,

There's a hole in my chest where my heart used to be
I'm just a sentimental fool, can't you see?
That thought just struck me here lately
How hard must a man work just to be free?

Right now just alone with these words
Do I have a message or is it just absurd?
Memories like a grave that should be left undisturbed
Some things are better left unsaid than heard,

Love on earth like being wounded and left for dead
Your soul is on a tether a fine piece of thread
Seems there's no way out no matter what's said
If only I'd listened to the Lord instead.