Child of Redemption

Do I have to live as a redemption child?
Do I have to be made of caressing?
Do I have to be the grand coming out from the wild?
Do I have to be grateful for this blessing?
Do I have to smile upon my salvation?
Do I have to keep breathing?
As the child of redemption,
Do I have to keep breathing?
Or as a poor tragic poem,
Can I start living?