Grace

She's on the spot with the worn-out scent

Ready to take the shot being so absent

Encouraged by the man with a weird accent

To take the shot that he so kindly just lent

Too late to stop, she's losing control

Feeling even less and less alone

Shady journey playing on the same old tone

And after all the plot makes her sink into the hole

So long gone is her pride

So alone and without a guide

No place in the streets to hide