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There's not a morning I beginwithout a thousand questionsrunning through my mind.
That I don't try to find the reasonand the logic in the worldthat God design.
The reason why, a bird was given wingsif not to fly, and praise the skywith every song it sings.
What's right or wrong,where I belongwhithin the schem of things.
And why have eyes that seeand arms that reachunless you're meant to know there'ssomething 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 flyand 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 dare to have the chance topick the fruit of every treeor have my share of every sweet imagined possibility.
Just tell me where, where is it written, tell me where.
If I were only meant to tend the nestthen why does my imagination sailaccross the mountains and the seasbeyond the make-believe of any fary talewhy have the thirst if not to drink the wineand 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 bethat I can't dare to see the meaningsin the mornings that I seeor 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.
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