Story 5 - clipping.

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 hid 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 her 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?