Story 5

On the day when Grace was born There was a war across the sea She'd grown lovely, bright, and tall Fight and die for us all Oh Grace, won't you come back home? Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? On that fateful day at work When her comrade lost an arm Grace stayed with her til the end And she vowed not again Would her friend ever come back home? On the nights when Grace would speak As the drunkards cursed and roared She'd tell tales of battles won And how she'd just begun Grace would help keep us safe at home Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? Grace had photographs and notes From the foreman's watchful eyes When she told what she had found It would all come crashing down Grace smiled as she rode back home No one witnessed Grace's end She was severed limbs and blood Once the taxi hit the curb She'd not speak another word Oh Grace, what have they done? Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home?