She draped herself in widow weeds   Veil of black and buttoned sleeves   Hid her face from the world   A shadow where once had been a girl      Her husband of past twenty years   Had passed away leaving her in tears   Heart full of the future's fears   She kneels beside his grave      Where should be colour every day   Just widow weeds, her friends all say   "please stop your tears and throw away   Those widow weeds of black and grey"      Then she did wail a chilling sound   Beat her fists and hit the ground   She moaned his name, she pulled her hair   She chanted verse and muttered prayer   How could a man so just, so good   Leave her a widow like he could      Where should be colour every day   Just widow weeds, her friends all say   "please stop your tears and throw away   Those widow weeds of black and grey"      And deep within chador of lace   The deep etched sorrow on her face   This madonna in her cowl of grief   Subservient in her belief      Then came the reading of the will   Grief had hold within her still   But unable to believe her ears   She stopped her sobbing, halted tears      Not a penny, not a pound   No provision to be found   Not a thought of recognition   The will was read with cold precision      Anger jumped up in her breast   Well maybe this was for the best   Even as the will was blessed   She tore away her veil      Tears of rage to tears of joy   No more grief from death's envoy   No more weeping, gnashing teeth   No more prostrate with grief      She thought he loved her   So sure he loved her   She thought he loved her   So sure he loved her      But all his treasure all his wealth   Just signify love for himself   Just signify love for himself      The chador fell unto the earth   Witness a woman's rebirth   Witness a woman's rebirth      She exorcised grief's ugly demon   With a new found sense of freedom      Where should be colour every day   Just widow weeds, now she can say   She stopped her tears and threw away   Those widow weeds of black and grey