Grace

Written by: mike williams

There was a little old lady
She lived on her own
She had 3 children

They were gone
They had grown

She had a husband
He was gone
He had died
But by my recall
You hadn't cried

You are strong
Of course you always have been
I see you laugh over and over again

All the time you are giddy
You are never cross
God bless you Grace
You are always the boss

Whether defending Douglas
Or arguing about school
You are always strong
You are never the fool

Though like all of us
You get stuck in a rut
Like with dark chocolate
Or with coconut

You have your faults
But you have your place
Thank you for you
God bless you Grace