PRAYER
God, our merciful father,
I´m wrapped in a robe of light
Clothed in your glory
That spreads its wings over my soul.

May I be worthy.
Amen.

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 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 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 questino 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 ev´ry tree,
Or have my share
Of ev´ry 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 ev´ry 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 ev´ry sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where-
Where is it written?
Tell me where-
Or if it´s written anywhere?