Where Is It Written? by Barbra Streisand

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?