Where Is It Written?/No Matter What Happens

On the way to the 2007 San Francisco Pride celebration, these songs were playing on my iPod. How appropriate...



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, where is it written, 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 be mine

And tell me where,
Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be
That I can't dare to see 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...

I've wanted the shadows,
I don't anymore
No matter what happens,
I won't anymore
I've run from the sunlight-
Afraid it saw too much.
The moon had the one light
I bathed in, I walked in.

For too many mornings
The curtains were drawn
It's time they were opened
To welcome the dawn
A voice deep inside
Is getting stronger,
I can't keep it quiet any longer.
No matter what happens,
It can't be the same anymore...
I promise, it won't be the same anymore...