Mother gave birth to me. I have nine months pregnant Will bear us out as a people. Mother's pain and suffering Opened the first time, it felt warm. Because it is in the bosom of Mother Over a thousand children are growing weary. Watching the child when hungry. Or mother's milk, they guard. Concern throughout But when we do wrong, even if they are warned. Warn us not to go in a bad way, and I do not deserve that guides light the way with us. But to me, that's a bad one. Because I worked hard for me all along. We should have listened to the speech. Mother's admonition And to think we do that, actually. If it's true that I said we should have listened to her mother's warnings. I am sorry for what we were doing wrong. And I'll always forgive us.