My job was to keep them alive
It was so hard to believe
That my job is what keeps me alive.
I was scared
Scared to the death
I refused
But I wanted something I couldn't have.

They said
If I want to live
I have to accept that job
In order to survive
They argued
I have had to forget about mob.
I accepted
To keep them alive
I agreed.
I remembered
I painted
My life whatever colour came
To my mind
It was just a dream that came
To keep me blind.
I realised
I was selfish
My inner voice decided
To start a new fresh
Now I walk with them
They chose for me
They chose me
I choose them .