There is a beautiful Saint, disguised in the body of a girl,
She tries to hide it, but the curtain tends to fall,
She is tuff, but sweet like honey,
She must be strong, because life is not always funny.
She holds the Earth on her shoulders, but inside she is a child,
Trying to tame a lioness born in the wild,
There is a time when people will see,
Not the sweetness, but the tremendous force she is ment to be.
And the world will sing her name,
Not of glory, nor of fame,
They will pray for salvation,
Because she's the one that give it with no hesitation.
