The Face of Grace

A lone pretty Cherokee face native but alone in the city of The Whitest Men She knows only a few words of Modern's English Orphan of the Country The last Tribe has been vanquished some time ago GRACE She is known by that now(her birth Name forever unknown) Hitchhiking from city to city,mile after mile,highway after highway The hours from dawn to dusk,she is walking along without a want or a need for duty or Blood's Lust Shining everyday in the the Pit of Life,gone so astray THE FACE Lighting up every corner and section of the Western Sky From time to time,she will stop to pause and begin to cry Tears silently fall from this Majesty's Face Open up her Indian Beauty to sketch the world with just a trace It is the most innocent of all the Innocence left in this Time I hope to acquire about her when she stops near the Boston Common