Grace

Not on a wrapper on chalk
You can hear the strings
She's got the walk
Grace
It's also a thought that
No champagne flute for her lips
Of karma
In everything

What once was hers
Removes the stain
She travels outside
What once was friction
It could be her name
It's a name for a girl
She covers the shame

Grace finds beauty
Grace
In everything
And when she walks on the street
Grace finds goodness
Grace finds goodness
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
What left a mark

Grace
She's got the time to talk

No longer stains
She travels outside
In everything
In perfect condition
You can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty
Of karma, karma
She carries a pearl
Out of ugly things

Because Grace makes beauty
When she goes to work

Changed the world
She carries a world on her hips