Moon over Bourbon Street

"It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street"

Who am I?

"Who are you?", you ask.
"Who am I? I'm no one... and I'm everyone. I'm you, I'm her, I'm him. I'm us, I'm they and I'm myself."
"Whose are you?"
"I'm no one's... and everyone's. I'm yours, I'm hers, I'm his. I'm ours, I'm theirs and I'm mine."
"What are you?"
"I'm nothing... and everything. I'm Shadow and I'm Light. I'm Nature and I'm Desert. I'm Doubt and I'm Answer. I'm Sea and I'm Shore. I'm Here and I'm There."
"Are you God?"
"I am and I am not."
"Why are you giving me hints instead of answers?"
"I have given you only answers. I just didn't say what you wanted to hear."