Tell me where
Where is it written
What it is I'm meant to be?
That I can't dare
It all began the day I found
That from my window I could only see
A piece of sky
I stepped outside and looked around
I never dreamed it was so wide
Or even half as high
The time had come
(Papa, can you hear me?)
To try my wings
(Papa, are you near me?)
And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall
I felt the most
(Papa, can you see me?)
Amazing things
(Can you understand me?)
The things you can't imagine
If you've never flown at all
Though it's safer to stay on the ground
Sometimes where danger lies
There the sweetest of pleasures are found
No matter where I go
There'll be memories that tug at my sleeve
But there will also be
More to question, yet more to believe
Oh, tell me where?

Where is the someone who will turn to look at me?
And want to share
My every sweet-imagined possibility?

The more I live, the more I learn
The more I learn, the more I realize
The less I know
Each step I take
(Papa, I've a voice now)
Each page I turn
(Papa, I've a choice now)
Each mile I travel only means
The more I have to go
What's wrong with wanting more?
If you can fly, then soar
With all there is, why settle for
Just a piece of sky?

Papa, I can hear you
Papa, I can see you
Papa, I can feel you
Papa, watch me fly

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Writer(s): Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand