Ao Adolescente
Cristina Mel
To the Teenager
Tired of trying
To show she's grown
No one noticed
She doesn't want cloth dolls anymore
Her heart longs to find itself
She can step, walk with her own feet
Confess to God her secrets
Ah! Calm down, young heart!
God knows all about living
And every dream you have
God has kept to bring
As a blessing to you
Changed the way she walks
Trying to be better than before
And plan her future better
And once again she's afraid
Of tomorrow
Of things that
Will surely come
Then tell God your secrets
Give your dreams to God...
