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.'