Saint with taints!

I am not a saint, I have the same taints,
I have been painted with them,
colour that you might not like,
some you might just love,
taints brings me the way of life,
the ones you missed living,
I have gone through an ordeal,
of right and wrong,
of black and white,
of light and dark,
discovered that no light is too bright,
there is a need for one to know,
how is the world painted all red,
of the words I say, the ones you hear,
of the deeds I do, the ones you recieve,
of the good I do, the bad you see,
I have driven down the memory lane,
where there are no footprints left,
I washed away the  marks,
by blowing the wind over the sand I walked,
the river has some water,
but the ravines are rocky enough,
I traveresed to the heaven via the hell,
the taint I got, made me look for the saint within!