♪♪♪♪There's not a morning I begin without a thousand questions running through my mindBut I don't try to find the reason and the logic in the world that God designedThe reason why a bird was given wingsIf not to fly, but praise the sky with every song it singsWhat'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 moreIf not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is forWhy have the wings unless you're meant to flyAnd tell me please, why have a mind if not to question whyAnd tell me where, where is it written what it is I'm meant to beThat I can't dare to have the chance to pick the fruit of every treeOr have my share of every sweet imagined possibilityJust tell me where, tell me where♪If I were only meant to tend the nest then why does my imagination sayAcross the mountains and the seas beyond the make-believe of any fairy taleWhy have the thirst if not to drink the wineAnd what a waste to have a taste of things that can't be mineAnd tell me where, where is it written what it is I'm meant to beThat I can't dare to find the meanings in the mornings that I seeOr have my share of every sweet imagined possibilityJust tell me where, where is it writtenTell me where, oh if it's writtenAnywhere♪