A voice asked her "What will you be when you grow up?"
my friend said nothing and smiled looking down.
Who could turn back time to that afternoon and set fire
and stop her when she doubts for the first time!
When the dad asked "What job will you find?"
my friend, enraged, tried not to cry
and her young brain went through the options
and had her eyes tired of looking in every corner
but, looking at it, the path doesn't say if you're going towards glory or failure.
And we went out at night
"C'mon, tomorrow we'll do it better"
While doubt observed us.
And we felt something growing in us
almost a decision
but doubt played with us
with everything that was good,
with everything that was good.
If a good guy asked her what she wanted to do,
my friend doubted and pulled in to him
and went to sleep promising herself that tomorrow
she would know how to be happy next to him.
Fools if you know how good kisses are when you give them hesitantly!
You're staring at a field
waiting for it to grow flowers
while doubt kills them.
You've stayed up all night
observing how a body sleeps
while doubt reclaimed
everything that was good
Everything that was good.
She came over mid morning
she touched me with hands
with no painted nails.
She didn't have much time,
but she was passing by the neighborhood
and she wanted to tell me that now
all her doubts are gone.
My friend says that all heer doubts are gone!