Cant understand some of those mothers, who dont even seem to bother to see their children I often meet them and I wonder, why they cant see the kind of humble beautiful people they have made Everythings wrong and undesirable Open your eyes and see your miracle Somebody said Im inconsiderate Theres just some things I cannot tolerate Somebody said You never hold yourself responsible, but I work day and night to cover for your mistakes Sometimes there is no given ending Its ironic how its all depending on the things you dont say Everythings just ugly and terrible Open your eyes and see your miracle Somebody said Im inconsiderate