Grace

Grace She takes the blame She covers the shame Removes the stain It could be her name

Grace It's the name for a girl It's also a thought that Could change 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 her 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