Prayer:God, our merciful Father,I'm wrapped in a robe of light,Clothed in your gloryThat spreads its wings over my Soul.May I be worthy.Amen.
There's not a morning I begin withoutA thousand questionsRunning through my mind,That I don't try to find the reasonAnd the logic in the world that God designed.The reason why a bird was given wings,If not to flyAnd praise the skyWith ev'ry 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 reachUnless you're meant to know there's something more?If 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 fly?And tell me please, why have a mindIf not to question why?
And tell me where-Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be,That I can't dareTo have the chance to pick the fruit of ev'ry tree,Or have my shareOf ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?Just tell me whereTell me where
If I were only meant to tend the nest,Then why does my imagination sailAcross 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 tasteOf 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 meaningsIn the mornings that I see,Or have my shareOf ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?Just tell me where-Where is it written?Tell me where-Or if it's written anywhere?