I don't make excuses for who I am.
I have seen I'm one that is damned.
I'm no hero.
I don't think I'm a villain.
Or am I anything at all.
Dreams say I'm condemned.
My thoughts say I'm cursed.
My wife says I'm forgiven.
My children's laughter says I can get repentance.
Not sure I deserve it.
World has sent more ways to kill me.
Yet here I stand.
I'm no demon, I'm no angel, am I even a man?