Growing up is very challenging
Especially as a teen,
everything in me keeps changing
sometimes i wonder where it had been.

But then my liberty is grounded,
Sin is made out of my emotions,
Fears are raised and issues compounded,
Making me a prisoner for my emotions.

But then my worldly friends are free
To have some fun with their emotions.
In my heart I envy their spree
my mind drops with mental commotions

I love my God but I want to be free.
But then my conscience holds me bound.
Why would God tie me to a tree?
When the world takes her children round.

Today its AIDS,
tomorrow it's pregnancy,
STDs and STIs,
O! wretched Fantasy devoid of fancy

Oh! Lord My God I may not understand,
But I love the freedom I have in you.
I'll check my emotions in order to stand,
That I may reap the best in you.

When I grow up,I'll have my spouse.
My emotions will be poured on her/him.
I look forward to that blessed house.
where I'll be glad I waited for her/him.