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 wrapper 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 hers
What once was friction
What left a mark

No longer stains

Because grace makes beauty

Out of ugly things

Grace finds beauty

In everything

Grace finds goodness

In everything