Who is the Unforgiven

(kind of pathetic attempts)

The old gray-haired man – unbroken he is still
Blood and mind of his as always solid steel
You made him a scapegoat.
You tried knock off his goals.
You wanted lock him up.
But he relieved the start.

How can he be lost?
If he's got nowhere to go?
How can you blame him
When it's you you can't forgive?

You, rabble, laughed at him in fear of being,
In awe to shed your blood just for idea
You left him in that strife.
He struggled whole his life
He tried to make some sense
Whatever where it takes

How can he be lost?
If he's got nowhere to go?
How can you blame him
When it's you you can't forgive?

Grey rabble sent this man in the exile – he’s gone to sea
Years passed – you parsed mind games. And now you see
You blame your cowardice
You break thin inner ice
You want to face your fate
Oh pity, crowd is late!

How could he be lost?
How could you let go?
How can you blame him
When it's you you can't forgive?