Jail cells lined the walk down death row,
Inside each cell a man in stow.

One will walk tonight I'm afraid,
For a debt that must be paid.

A final meal of steak, and peas,
Final words, and final pleas.

He feels the wind, and see's the sun,
Off he goes, one final run.

Then final walk, the penalty,
And finally the man's set free.

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