Fearless

You sayt he hill’s too steep to climbClimb itYou say you’d like to see me tryClimb itYou pick the place and I’ll choose the timeAnd I’ll climbThe hill in my own wayJust wait a while, for the right dayAnd as I rise above the treeline and the cloudsI look down hear the sound of the things you said todayFearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smilingNothing waits, the magistrate turns ‘round, frowningI know the fool who wears the crownGo down in your own wayAnd everyday is the right dayAnd as you rise above the fearlines in the frownYou look downHear the sound of the faces in the crowd