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.'