I bleed, I cry, I shiver, chiled to the bone,
And my children have done this to me
Without thought, without care,
Without ever wondering,
without even a glance at my face.
They have run me to the ground
So far that I may never stand again,
And even now, after the scars,
I would bring them to my bosom once more
And nurture them, cleanse them,
If only they would let go their ambitions,
If only they would let me...