Who Am I?

Meditating on a world of lie
I wonder who am I
Of roles I do, the games I play
Of things I do, the lies I say
Of truth and love and God and me
Or lies and hate and all that you see
A saint, a sinner; nay, just a lover
The valiant hero running for cover?
Who am I, yes, that's what I ask from me
Who am I, only I can tell to me..
But who is to say what and how
What is there is, is only now
A moment of peace, of love and us and we
A moment for which we could be
Or is it a fight till the end
Battered and beaten till we bend
Till we scream, till we die
Till we love without asking why?
So here I go with the breath of a sigh
Someday I will know who am I...