written by aubrey caudill in early 2000

and blood pours forth from her finger tipes
as she writes her letter in grey
dark shady days fill her past
and black future shines on her face
withered with age
time, oh so hurtful time

and she's lost, and she's lost
her hands, her hand
are red

and these bars will entrap her forever
her hope is gone
lost in the corridors
her lifes been wasted away

and she's lost, and she's lost
her hands, her hand
are red

silently we will forget her
her little crimes made her run away
see her shadow in the back of the room
but shes faded herself away
without notice she condemned her soul to hell
and without notice shes barried in her guilt

for the crime, for the crimes
the innocent make
for the crimes the innocent make

and she's lost, and she's lost
her hands, her hand
are red, are red

and she doesn't know why
and she doesn't know why

and she's lost, and she's lost
her hands, her hand
are red