Joy

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"

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