With the dagger pointed on his chest
A threat of danger advances to his front
By the stranger he thought needs a helping hand
All the possibilities he thought at the moment
Only a question came up
Will this be my end?
For my freedom to be taken away by someone I not know
Have they thought life was that low?
That by just a single blow
I might flow
And die in a moment for them just a show?
Have I done something that I will be forsaken?
For all I knew I have lived my life with joy
Although with regret I didn’t enjoy
The trouble im in now, am I just a toy?
For these two strangers of convict,
Willing to take my life away?
For a penny they thought I can give away
When In fact it’s a project I can’t give up halfway