Where Is It Written?

God, our merciful father

I'm wrapped in a robe of light

Clothed in your glory

That spreads it's wings over my soul

May I be worthy

Amen

There's not a morning I begin without

A thousand questions running 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 every 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