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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 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 feast
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 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
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