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 every fairy tale?
Why have the dreams and not what dreams can bring?
To me it seems, why have a voice unless you're meant to sing?

And tell me where, where is it written what it is I'm meant to be?
That I can't dare to disagree with what the world expеcts of me
Or have my share of еvery sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where
Where is it written? Tell me where