Pieces of glass on the floor, the heart battles the greatest of wars

Sharp pebbles on the floor, the greedy in-laws have made high scores

The psychos would call this; broken heart

Meeting was held at the in-laws

Two weeks and there it was; massive words of truth, maybe laws

"You're a disgrace." They called her an hyena pretending it can roar

Her name is Grace but never has she been shown any

No grace and this is her fate

It's what the psychos would call light soul in the dark

There is a specific conduct the 'grooms' family want, she has it not

There's this kind of lady the family prefers, Grace is not such

An in-law not appropriate to them, need not poverty they say

They don't need adversity, no

Just theirs, not Grace from another race

Not Grace.