The Adventures of Cora Pearl
I can barely speak since father died
Oh how I wish he were alive
To hold me in a warm embrace
To touch his skin and kiss his face
Would give me all the peace I need
To guide me forward and succeed
In this world that seems so cold
When you’re just a child of twelve years old
In a world where money rules each heart
My love and dreams cannot be part
Of all that I at twelve hold true
And as I walked through the world I knew
I sought a place to hide away
Where no adults from this world could stray
It was in my words I found my home
And into Grimney I did roam
I took my pen and painting pad
These gifts of art were all I had
So I took soft steps and ventured in
And here in Grimney my dreams begin.
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