To say, “I am a good man,” would be misleading,
But equally, “A bad man,” would also not be right,
The truth is on balance I’m left conceding,
That in a world of cruelty, I lean towards the light,
To say, “I am a wise man,” would be a conceit,
To say, “Then I’m a fool,” left without insight,
Would deny the truth and so I must repeat,
In a world full of darkness, I lean towards the light,
To say that, “’I’m a strong man” would be to hide my weakness,
But don’t make the assumption that I’m too weak to fight,
For hidden ‘neath this surface of humble meekness,
Is the darkest of all shadows, but it leans towards the light.