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| Grace by © chibilunacat Tears stream down her face, And she was screaming "Grace" In the middle of the street. The bullets whizzed And flew right through- And she was screaming "Grace." Guns replaced arrows, And gangs replaced race- In the middle of the street. Alcohol bred in violence, And violence bred abuse, Tears streamed down her face. Her wants became her needs, Alcohol made her free- And she was screaming "Grace." Her baby's in her arms, Sixteen and growing colder, Tears stream down her face. Her baby had a boyfriend, Her baby had a lover, And both had a gun- In the middle of the street. Violence bred abuse Abuse bred resentment- Tears stream down her face. Baby's finally free now- Baby's found her place- In the middle of the street. And she was screaming "Grace" She was screaming "Grace" "Grace......" Terra Mae |