Children? Prá want that?

Children, how much love!
They are our extension
When born, just seeing beautiful
As they grow, just nuisance
They know all of life
Think they are rulers
They think the sky is near
But we know that is too far
I have beautiful children
But sometimes, I regret to have them
Only one who understands me as a mother
They're beautiful in terms
We do live in the sky
And down to hell
There are too many things between them
Today more than ever
Mother can not even squeak
The more we want to beat
Old days of yore!
Relationship with parents
It was much simpler
Children knew their place
Mother also had his altar
I leave my message here
I speak honestly
The other concepts are
We need the children to learn
The benefit of all
And to understand the transformations
Since each moment is unique
And truth be told!