A heartfelt metaphor.

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Driven by an unknown emotional state, I composed this song driven only by my feelings.

Jamboree - ©2005 Wray

In the wild, all the things you had on me,
I find it all so hard to believe.
You think its all potpourri,
A love and hate jamboree.

Seven days ago, a week to me,
The training grounds a passing spree.
I couldn't call you on the phone,
Saddle up, I'm comin' home.

Tarnished love motif, a silent shattered theme.
Angelic whispers encourage my esteem.

What do you know about the things you've said?
Am I dead? Have I ever dropped the ball?
Have I ever dropped it all on you?

I find it all right in my creed.
Can I bleed? I see things that you will never see.

Branded one by one, you walk away.
I hear the things you must convey.
I don't always like what I hear.
My lifes a script. It's my premier.

Bleeding painful words and altered tears.
The training ground has left me seared
I've fallen all on my own.
Saddle up, I'm comin home.

What do you know about the things you've said.
Am I dead? Have I ever dropped the ball?
Have I ever dropped it all on you?

I find it all right in my creed.
Can I bleed? I see things that you will never see.