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 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 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 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