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.'








more