jordan sampson Biography

I imagine how it would be if I were up there with no air
All alone in the night
The stars makes it bright
And brings back my sight
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I always want to know stuff
I need to know why butterflies float, birds fly
But why
Why cant we fly
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It sits beside a rusted nut
It yets to feel the breeze
It never grows or give leaves hope
It feels as if it's not even there
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As I am sitting on my bed looking at my wall
Just starin at it with the sound of a empty room
Nothing just white and I ask myself why is there nothing there
Where is the color
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A killer can win a war
But does that prove his innocence
You can take something thats not yours and not get caught
Does that prove your innocence
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