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