(In a time when the world of study belonged only
to men, there lived a girl who dared to ask "why")
[Prayer]
God, our merciful father,
I´m wrapped in a robe of light,
Clothed in your glory
That spreads its wings over my soul.
Maybe 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 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´t 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 thirst if not to drink the wine?
And what a waste to have a taste
Of things that can´t he 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 every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where- where is it written?
Tell me where-
Or if it´s written anywhere?