Where Is It Written
God, our merciful FatherI'm wrapped in a robe of lightClothed in Your gloryThat spreads its wings over my soulMay I be worthy, Amen
There's not a morning I begin withoutA thousand questions running through my mindThat I don't try to find the reasonAnd the logic in the world that God designed
The reason why a bird was given wingsIf not to fly and praise the skyWith every song it singsWhat's right or wrong, where I belongWithin the scheme of things
And why have eyes that see and arms that reachUnless you're meant to know there's something moreIf not to hunger for the meaning of it allThen tell me what a soul is for?
Why have the wings unless you're meant to flyAnd tell me please, why have a mindIf not to question why?
And tell me whereWhere is it written what it is I'm meant to be?That I can't dareTo have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree
Or have my shareOf every sweet imagined possibility?Just tell me where, tell me where?
If I were only meant to tend the nestThen why does my imagination sailAcross the mountains and the seasBeyond the make-believe of any fairy tale
Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine?And what a waste to have a tasteOf things that can't be mine
And tell me whereWhere is it written what it is I'm meant to be?That I can't dareTo find the meanings in the mornings that I see
Or have my shareOf every sweet imagined possibilityJust tell me where, where is it writtenTell me where, or if it's written anywhere?