Grace

Patience is a virtue
Virtue is a grace
Grace is a little girl
Who doesn't wash her face
It's been five years since her mom cleaned the place
Her father is a drunkard, a degenerate and a disgrace
Years they fly on by
Grace is a survivor
25 years of age
Third baby on the way
I knew her as a little girl
But then so much changed
Where did her smile go?
What happened to her face?
I wish I knew
I wish I knew
And what hurts more
Is that there is nothing I can do
There is no saving Grace

The Bilge Master