Fearless

You say the hill's too steep to climb

Climb it

You say you'd like to see me try

Climbing

You pick the place and I'll choose the time

And I'll climb

That hill in my own way

Just wait a while for the right day

And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds

I look down hearing the sound of the things you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling

Merciless the magistrate turns around

Frowning

And who's the fool who wears the crown

And go down

In your own way

And every day is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow

You look down hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd