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?