Grace

She takes the blame

She covers the shame

Removes the stain

It could be her name





Grace

It's a name for a girl

It's also a thought that

Changed the world





And when she walks on the street

You can hear the strings

Grace finds goodness

In everything





Grace

She's got the walk

Not on a ramp or on chalk

She's got the time to talk





She travels outside

Of karma, karma

She travels outside

Of karma





When she goes to work

You can hear the strings

Grace finds beauty

In everything





Grace

She carries a world on her hips

No champagne flute for her lips

No twirls or skips

Between her fingertips





She carries a pearl

In perfect condition

What once was hurt

What once was friction

What left a mark

No longer stings





Because grace makes beauty

Out of ugly things





Grace finds beauty

In everything





Grace finds goodness

In everything