she I’ll  weep , nor  her days are later
Weep,  when all is bruised ,she prevail’s.
When shadows,  are cast  she’s is a beacon to her light . Soaked in tears , wash her , cleanse her, let her weep.
What will be come of her , when life becomes  sour , consolidated with  fear , let her weep. Her lover is  buried ,her mother is  weary , will she’ weep?
When all is scared  she is a slave  to her ache  , let her weep