Written byRonald W. Clark Jr.


Death Row is a place Where a man is disgraced Where flies don't land And birds don't sing Where there's no love for anything
Where one seeks love But cannot find For people truly feel We are a waste of time.
So you sit in your cage Day after day And watch your life waste away You have no hopes You have no dreams You have no meaning It surely seems.
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