Joy was her name

A life un-wed

Thirty years old,

Never danced a step



She would have left these red hills

Far behind if not for her condition

Would have left these red hills

Long ago if not for my condition



Pitiful joy

She looked away

Into a hollow sky

Came face to face



With her own innocence surrounding her

Until it never was a question

Innocence so suffocating

Now she cannot move, no question



No hope for joy

No hope or faith

She wanted to go blind

Wanted hope to stay



"I've been believing in nothing since I was born

It never was a question"

No !