Neither Devil Nor Saint

In shadows and light, I wander alone,
A path carved by choices, my heart is stone.

Not angel, not demon, just flesh and a soul,

Living by my truth, not playing a role.

They call me a sinner, or maybe a saint,

A life unpainted, yet smeared with their taint.

But I walk my own road, head held high,

With scars that tell stories, and dreams that don’t die.

I’m not heaven’s glory, nor hell’s darkest shame,

Just a man with a spirit no one can tame.

For every mistake, I’ve bled and I’ve paid,

In a world of gray, I’ve fought and I’ve stayed.

So judge me if you will, cast stones if you must,

I stand on my ground, my faith and my trust.

Neither devil nor saint, just a heart that beats true,

With love for the fight, and a fire that grew.