1. Since I was a girl, my mother decreed that I should secure power through a noble marriage. I wed for love once, but quickly realized I must align myself with a man of standing. Entering my second union, I knew precisely my objective. Within a year or two, my second husband fell gravely ill. Problem one resolved, I turned to problem two: the gentle-eyed girl who presented an新的 challenge.
2. Ship her off to school? Never! I decreed she stay and fend for herself. And so, she became the maid. She was slothful, mad, conversing with the rodents, I deemed. Her innocence was her undoing, and a price she fair paid.
3. To the attic she was banished, out of sight, out of mind. I could have cast her out, but my heart is large and full of charity. "Mother," they say, "your heart is too big for you!" My decision was made; I knew what I had to do. Difficult children take advantage of one's goodness, after all.
4. So, you lock them up, discarding the key! Such a child is found on every family tree. Ungrateful, hateful, vile, they make your life a misery. Break their spirit; make them bend the knee!
5. Thus, they learn to comply with every command. You may deem it cruel, but some call it love in its sternest form. It's tough love that shapes them into someone they must become.
Chorus: Through all that life throws, we'll weather the pain together. For we are mothers; our experiences are unique. We'll rise above, wage the good fight. As mothers, we'll show them what is right and true.
Note: The original lyrics contained inconsistencies and grammatical errors. The revised version above corrects these and retains the original message while enhancing the text's flow and clarity.
