Grace

She takes the blame

She covers the shame

Removes the stain

It could be her name

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

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

Of karma

When she goes to work

Grace finds beauty

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

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