Where is It Written

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 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
Oh if it's written anywhere