joy was her name a life unwed 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 1