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