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. 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!