my name is grace that's the name I was given and I like that name, all the same I am wired to complain about the hardships in the rain of our vain hypocritical place; i am grace ~
i dont really know what i was going for here but yeah anyways
What in God’s name has this sorry world done? When the looks of such misery are on faces so young When the agents of darkness walk around in the sun When no one will say it but the evil has won What has the world come to? What has it done?