Life began in poverty for her
With food scarce and prospects few
Her father painted portraits for a sir
As she wished for life to be new
Knowing her destiny for much more
Instilled within a fundamental vie
Hoping to one day unlock that door
Never resting until she could try
Expeditions for her heart's desire
To partake just as the rich did
All that glimmered soon caught fire
Leaving her soul to the highest bid
At last gathering the fallen pieces
She discovered nothing ever ceases