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She was a toughened girl,

Wearing a light shade of green

Barely of age,

At just fifteen, this girl, she grew,

She knew of life’s pains

Deployed when young to escape it all,

Her folks, they laughed,

Thought she’d prove them wrong

She was strong enough to survive another day

She said, “I’ll see you soon, on a Monday morn in May.”

In Afghan, Kath, safe and sound she felt,

Behind the backs of men

She smiled, then fell,

They said “a pretty little girl will die out here by noon,”

Kathy stood still, and thought, “this may be true”

Kathy sat by herself, prayed to God on her knees,

Said, “Jesus, God, whomever I call of to believe,

Help me God, heed my call, my plea,

If of my wish you decide you will grant,

I will live of peace,

With your heart in my hands, please help me God,

Let me live a day

Let me go back home for that Monday morn in May”

Kath cried,

Never will they cradle her goodnight,

Took for granted Kathy’s kindness,

A girl grown young, she’s their travelling’ Katherine

They thought she won’t come back,

Conditioned themselves to believe in that

The family stayed cold and alone,

‘Cause Katherine’s coming…

“Katherine’s Coming Home”

Young Kathy sent letters from her Afghan camp,

Fighting for the rights of their children,

And,

Kathy smiled as a little girl hung onto her leg

This little girl,

She was six years old, had never been to school,

It broke Katherine’s heart,

Little Kathy said, “Is there anything I can do?”

Kathy’s heart sank as into the girl’s eyes she looked,

The girl broke down crying, she was scared,

She shook,

She shook her head,

Resigned herself to fate

She was a pretty little girl, with nothing left to live for this day

Kath cried,

Never will they cradle her goodnight

They took for granted Katherine’s kindness

A girl grown young,

She’s the bold of the boldest

Kath, please stay strong, please come home,

Where you belong,

Never will you be alone

Please write back…

“Katherine’s coming home”

It was a Monday morn sometime in May,

The family stayed anxious by the phone,

But then,

They received a call that broke their hearts in two

After the call hung up, they put on the news,

A headline spread, they cried as they read -

Please bow your head,

For there’s a list of British soldiers in Afghanistan dead…

Kathy would be laid to rest, under a setting sun in June.

Kath cried,

Never will they get to cradle her goodnight,

They took for granted Katherine’s kindness,

Kathy rode the road which was travelled lightest,

Kathy said she’d live at peace,

She prayed to God to help her succeed,

But since May’s Monday morn has been and gone,

Katherine’s coming

“Katherine’s Coming Home”