Born to the lowest
She was destined for so much more
To prove herself to her father
Is what she was hoping for

Working all day
She was never given a chance
She wanted to be free
Instead of living in a meaningless trance

He was a fine young gentleman
Richer than she could ever hope to be
Passing right outside her window
She hid and watched with secret glee

Her family all gone
She was alone and finally alive
With strength from her hope
She concocted a potion for love to thrive

Under this charm
She had a love at last
Running away from her home
She could forget about her past

A baby was all she needed
For her happiness to stay
But finding he had been deceived
Her love ran away

With no one to turn to
She was alone once more
Left pregnant and destitute
She had nothing worth living for

Only the baby to keep her alive
Onto London's streets she was whirled
She sold the precious necklace
Which would one day come back to haunt the world

Her child now born and well
For herself she had given up hope
'I hope he looks like his papa'
In her last moments breathed Merope