There was a time when I was rich
Wearing clothes of a silver lining stitch
In a world when life was grand
In the company of a 2 million dollar estate
Our mansion and carriage house holding celebrity weight
Located in my Saratoga Springs home land
Our stone Abby manor was unquestionably haunted
As we gallantly flaunted
The prestige of Baccarat and Tiffany
I miss my old lifestyle
And I’ll do anything worthwhile
To recreate such divine epiphany
My soul was born to be aristocratic
Where telltale secrets lay away in the attic
Calling me to claim my destined throne
My empathic heart hears their voices
As reincarnation has made these choices
Venturing with honor into the unknown