Giant hearts
Pull on strings
Movement
Gained
Small steps

Balance on tip toes
She strides with unsteady feet
Aged old granny sleeps
Tommorow
She wakes

A story she will tell
Of first world war destruction
Her story she will tell
Of war and destructinon

Of peace that all want
To her story her story to tell
Her only daughter her story she tell
Of her sons to war they went

To fight the somme to die a pal
All lives given in lost in un marked grave
Granny weeps for her husband lost
Her sons now gone to war

Her daughter her future her only loving dog
She adore for they will tell her story of the somme