Written byRonald W. Clark Jr.fcadpinfoNov 23, 20211 min readDEATH ROWDeath 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 anythingWhere 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.
DEATH ROWDeath 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 anythingWhere 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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