She was still one that no one wanted around
Being kicked aside she was found
But no one had know her job
For she stepped up and sobbed
She was treated like property and chained like a dog
Submissive she was but she drew the short straw
Some would label her as an outgoing whoreface.
And she would have a scarlet letter she always wore
No one chose to get to know her only a label assigned
But she would soon get a new name designed
Her name would be Angelica and all she needed was grace.
For this would be the new name for her delicate and child-like face