Cuando agosto era 21

She was found in the pillars of the old hallways
Hiding the child that was soon to arrive
It was tough to hide in a worn-out apron
Those extra three months
And she left school with a C on her report card
And in her belly a kite that soon would want to fly
And she walked the streets, asking questions with no end

And she went to a priest who told her it was a sin
And soon a lawyer talked to her about the law
And it was the science teacher
Who spoke of the recklessness of today’s youth
Of today’s youth

Those who judge have never felt love
The pain and the heartbeat in the belly
Tangled in prejudices and love

And they talked to her about pills and remedies
From an old lady who did her job well
And there was a good friend
That friend, in quotes, who gave her the address

And she left school on a cold morning when
The old bell hadn’t yet rung its chime
While the science teacher
Talked about the recklessness of today’s youth

When August was 21, they found her
On her back, with a lost gaze and her old apron and
In her school bag drawn
A heart that said you and me
That said you and me

Those who judge have never felt love
The pain and the heartbeat in the belly
Tangled in prejudices and love