Where Is It Written?

God, our merciful father

I'm wrapped in a robe of light

Clothed in your glory

That spreads its wings over my soul

May I be worthy, Amen

There's not a morning I begin without a thousand questions runnin' through my mind

That I don't try to find the reason and the logic in the world that god designed

The reason why a bird was given wings

If not to fly and praise the sky

With every song it sings

What's right or wrong, where I belong

Within the scheme of things

And why have eyes that see and arms that reach unless you're meant to know there's something more?

If not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for

Why have the wings unless you're meant to fly

And tell me please, why have a mind

If not to question why?

And tell me where, where is it written what it is I'm meant to be?

That I can't dare to have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree

Or have my share of every sweet imagined possibility

Just tell me where, tell me where

If I were only meant to tend the nest then why does my imagination sail

Across the mountains and the seas, beyond the make believe of any fairy tale?

Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine?

And what a waste to have a taste

Of things that can't be mine

And tell me where, where is it written what it is I'm meant to be?

That I can't dare to find the meanings in the mornings that I see

Or have my share of every sweet imagined possibility

Just tell me where, where is it written?

Tell me where, or if it's written

Anywhere