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