[Intro] [Historical Narrative] [Darkly Melancholy]
Blackwell's Island, shrouded in mist and dread
Where whispers of suffering, softly were spread
A sanctuary promised, a haven for the mind
But a prison of torment, for women left behind

[Verse 1] [Investigative Journalism] [Somber Tone]
Nellie Bly, with courage, a bold disguise she wore
To penetrate the darkness, and expose what they deplore
The doors swung open wide, to a world of chilling cries
Where sanity fractured, beneath uncaring skies

[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension] [Orchestral Swells]
The stench of neglect, a suffocating air
The vacant stares of women, lost in deep despair
Chains and restraints, a cruel and constant plight
Deprived of comfort, and stolen from the light

[Chorus] [Powerful] [Anthemic]
Ten days in madness, a truth unveiled so stark
The Women's Asylum, a shadow in the dark
Nellie's voice, a beacon, shining through the gloom
Fighting for justice, escaping the living tomb

[Verse 2] [Specific Abuses] [Heartbreaking]
Forced into cold baths, with no warm towel near
Fed meager scraps of food, fueling every fear
The doctors indifferent, their empathy denied
As broken spirits crumbled, with nowhere left to hide

[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension] [Orchestral Swells]
The pleas for release, met with scorn and disdain
A cycle of abuse, an unending, bitter pain
Confined by society, by judgment and by shame
Their stories silenced, whispered like a dying flame

[Chorus] [Powerful] [Anthemic]
Ten days in madness, a truth unveiled so stark
The Women's Asylum, a shadow in the dark
Nellie's voice, a beacon, shining through the gloom
Fighting for justice, escaping the living tomb

[Bridge] [Hopeful Undertone] [Growing Momentum]
But the pen is a weapon, and truth will find its way
Nellie's exposé, brought forth a brighter day
Laws were reformed, compassion took its hold
A testament to courage, a story to be told

[Chorus] [Triumphant] [Full Orchestration]
Ten days in madness, a truth unveiled so stark
The Women's Asylum, no longer in the dark
Nellie's voice, a beacon, shining through the gloom
Fighting for justice, escaping the living tomb

[Outro] [Reflective] [Fading Echoes]
Blackwell's Island remembers, the lessons it has learned
A tribute to the fallen, whose dignity was spurned
May their voices echo, in the halls of history
Never forgotten, their tragic mystery.