A Piece of Sky
Barbra Streisand · The Essential Barbra Streisand [2002]
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 though 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
A Piece of Sky
Barbra Streisand's "A Piece of Sky" stands as a poignant highlight from her 2002 compilation, The Essential Barbra Streisand. Recorded in the classic pop and musical theatre style that defined her career, the track showcases her signature vocal control and emotional depth. The song reflects her enduring ability to blend theatrical storytelling with accessible pop sensibilities, a hallmark of her discography spanning decades. Featured on a collection celebrating her career, the recording captures the essence of her work during a period where she continued to explore diverse musical landscapes while maintaining her distinct artistic identity. It remains a testament to her status as a versatile performer who consistently delivers emotionally resonant music across genres.

