The Chair

All night long , I tried, but couldn't sleep Tried to be a man, tried not to weep Now, I hear the turning of the key Silently, the guard motions to me Now, I realize the end is near And I find I can't control my fear As I pass the guard, I start to cry And I whisper, " I don't want to die" Then, from Death Row comes a whisper "Charlie, be a man" Then, I scream, "Just wait 'til your turn Then, see if you can" Down the hall, they push and carry me Blind with fright and tears won't let me see Through a door and then, I stop and stare