I'm a widow in morning
At night it's so black
I'm a widow in mourning
Always wearing black

I don't want to cry
Why must I be sad?
But my spouse did die
Now I see I've been had!

I'm a widow, not by choice
I'd like to be happy
Make some giggly noises
Instead of sniffling and searing tears

I've been abandoned here
Forced into the cold black cloth
Dead spouse?  I don't really care
Eat of this black fabric, my friend moth

I'm a widow in morning
At night I go out to party
Dressing colour; fashion dawning
Now I'm finally free...

I'm free of these chains

Widow of the world
Laughing on the moon
Whomever buried this world
Said "good-bye" too soon