Cora Pearl's World?
Behind grey walls of crumbled stone
I live my life a child alone
I have my hobbies and poetry
But nothing more in life for me
I cry at night and hideaway
I don’t care what the adults say
Each day I spend behind closed door
This is my life there’s nothing more
The manor house in which I live
Has no warmth, no love to give
My stepfather has so little dealing
With the emotions I am feeling
Watching me with hate filled eyes
He ignores my sadness and my sighs
My mother who I once adored
Looks unhappy and quite bored
With the world in which we live
Oh I wish she had more love to give
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