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