The Land of Unforgiven

In the land of unforgiven

A man stands alone

He thinks he is normal

But his heart is of stone

All across this wasteland

This harsh landscape warns

Full of fiery serpents

And of briars and of thorns

Out in the distance

Amidst this desert collage 

He thinks he finds water

But it is all a mirage

The winds wear him down

But the heat is the worst 

His throat is full of dryness

Consumed by his thirst 

The wounds in his heart

He tries to fill with sand

As he grips his sword 

Peace slips out of his hand

In the land of unforgiven

He welcomes his own trials

So he walks the walk of misery

Continuing on for miles

With negative words 

His life will erode

He tries to bring others 

Down that desert road

Misery loves company 

In the life he will live

But he chooses this desert

Because he will not forgive